Kenough

Inspirational song: I'm Just Ken (Ryan Gosling)

That was about as much fun as I could pack into a day. We picked up the kids, dropped off donations at the ARC en route, and spent hours at Costco. Those kids are always game to wander around big stores. What champs. Grandpa fed them snacks from all the sample stations, and I kept offering non-food items up for Val's approval. She is my chief candle-sniffer, although more often than not, she just tells me they smell "clean." Dmitri slept for the first half of the trip, but he woke up angry when grandma was dumb enough to walk into the produce refrigerator with him in the car seat in my cart. My bad. Once he chilled out a little (pun intended), both kids rode facing me, keeping me company, but refusing to look at the camera at the same time.

We've got a home routine going lately. Val sits at the table and works puzzles, and Dmitri makes us play Bluey on the TV, but he rarely sticks around to actually watch it, unless he's powering down for a nap. I don't know how long these obsessions will last. They're cute while we've got them.

Today was some sort of national cinema day. Cheap movies everywhere and snack specials. I convinced Mr S-P to finally cave in and see Barbie with me. This time we were far enough back in the theater that viewing was comfortable, unlike being too close the first time I saw it. I was able to absorb much more of the details of the sets and the clothes, and I cannot get over how good the costumes were. They reminded me so much of the clothes my grandmothers used to make for me in the 1970s, the way they were cut and draped. Absolutely gorgeous. I came home thinking how much I wanted a Barbie pink jumpsuit, and I went on Amazon to see what was on offer. There were some cheap-looking Halloween costume ones, and one that wasn't Barbie pink but rather a deep rose. I'm trying to talk myself out of getting it, but I can't guarantee I won't just grab my phone in a couple of hours and order it anyway.

Also, as with the first viewing, it still kills me that the most incredible music in that entire film about Barbie was the song sung by Ken during his existential crisis. I may just watch the Oscars next year, to see it performed, because, yeah, it will be nominated.