We loved watching it on blu-ray in hi def. I think my favourite part was watching Lizzy be so enchanted by it. It reminded me of how much I loved The Little Mermaid when it came out. When mom bought it for us, I remember watching it 3 times in a row and being impatient while we had to wait for it to rewind. I also remember one of the best thing about getting a new movie was watching the previews, for that was usually the first time we heard about the next Disney movie coming up. It was exciting.
I loved this new Rapunzel movie so much, I think it may even be my new favourite (sorry Little Mermaid, and Beauty and the Beast).
But don't take my word for it. Watch it yourself.
Here's a little preview:
So I've started a new public blog called Journal of a Young Mother. It's about being a mom, having kids and the funny things they do, and all the stuff in between. Check it out here: http://www.journalofayoungmother.blogspot.com/
I've started this new blog so I can encourage myself to write something little every day. My goal is to post every day (or maybe every weekday). So please, check it out, comment, become a follower, tell people about it and enjoy the stories of my life. The more followers I have the more my writing can get noticed and it could be a gateway into getting some of my other writing published.
This is a public blog and I am keeping it separate from this blog. I am not using pictures of my kids or any names. So when you do comment, please don't use my real name.
Gabe has a big freckle on the back of his leg just below his calf. Every time I change his diaper I think he has a spot of poop on his leg. It’s just the right colour. Even though I know it’s not poop, there’s always a startling moment, a brief instant where my heart jumps and my brain calculates where else the poop might be, like all down his legs or on my hands. Then it registers. That’s not poop, it’s a freckle. This all happens in a fraction of a fraction of a millisecond. Every time! Why am I fooled by a freckle several times a day? So I remind myself that Gabe has a poop-like freckle and I will not be fooled next time around. No sir. And then next time I change his diaper, “Aww crap (literally)! Not again. Wait. It’s his freckle.”
