A good chunk of my time lately, has been spent on planning my Ginny’s second birthday party. It’s tough planning a birthday for a toddler who doesn’t really care all that much, so long as she has attention. I’ve decided to go Mouse again this year! Last year we did Minnie Mouse just because I like that gal, and several months after the fact, Ginny developed a minor obsession with the character. Mickey Mouse Clubhouse is our inspiration, as it’s one of Ginny’s very favourite shows. I’m not going all out as I have neither the time, nor money for it, but we’ll put up a few decorations so that Ginny will notice.
Something exciting for her birthday this year, is that it will be quite the family event. Both sets of grandparents will be present, as well as my brother and sister, Bryan’s brother and his wife and baby (who we’re meeting for the first time!), and Bryan’s cousin and her boyfriend too. Then there will be the people Ginny knows best and who know her pretty well too. I’m really looking forward to the party, though it’s completely blowing my mind that my daughter is about to turn TWO YEARS OLD already. It’s insane how fast time has gone. Everyone always warns you about how fast the time will pass, but even if you comprehend it, it doesn’t sink in fully until you experience it.
I’ll likely have a post up after her party, detailing what went on. My main goal with it, is that Ginny will have a good time. I’m sure she will though, as she’s a fairly easy going young lady. I love her. Duh.
Now…The Fault in Our Stars.
Loved it, but it made me realize that my time in the ‘teen fandom’ is over. I will always love books written for young adults, and I’m still going to watch the movie adaptations, but I’m no longer apart of that community and it was a strange realization to come to. As Bryan and I sat in the theatre, surrounded by a ridiculously high number of teenage girls, it just hit me that I’m not a teenage girl anymore. I mean I’m definitely aware that I haven’t been a teenager for some time now and I have the husband and baby and debt to prove it, but my mind was still in that era I guess, to a degree. It’s only in the past few months that those interests have been kind of fading. I don’t care to go see the new Hunger Games movies in the theatres anymore. I am having a stupidly difficult time getting into the dang second Divergent book. And I left The Fault in Our Stars on Thursday feeling like something was missing.
Having said all that though, the movie itself was a fantastic adaptation – very true to the book. The changes that were made, all made sense and weren’t terribly missed. Nearly every single actor really was their character and it made me giddy to see them all coming to life on the big screen. And as annoying as the crowd in the theatre was, it is always so thrilling to go to a movie and hear and feel the entire theatre reacting as one to different parts of the film. I LOVE the movie going experience. When the theatre applauded during Godzilla, I burst into tears. Movies are a huge part of my life and the cinema is a place where I really feel special, as corny as that sounds.
I only required 3 tissues during the movie, by the way.