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Name: Gwen (Vass) Nicodemus
Location: Broomfield, Colorado, United States

I'm an abecedarian who happily lives with my husband, son, daughter, dog, cat, and two ferrets.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Post holiday glee

My sister sent me a postcard that had a picture of a snowman with his head not attached. The card referred to the post holiday meltdown. It was funny, but I don’t get post-Christmas blues. For that matter, I don’t get pre-Christmas blues either.

Why?

I still like Christmas. I still like filling the house with baking smells, making Christmas dinner, and tracking Santa via NORAD.

However, I’m pretty cheap at Christmas time. I remember growing up with a mother that went nuts at Christmas time. She’d spend so much money, Dad would talk about hoping he could pay it off before the next Christmas. As a puppy, I didn’t even think it was fun getting all those presents because something seemed wrong.

So, I made a decision and talked my husband into it. We get the kids a couple of presents, Santa fills their stockings, and Santa gives them a gift to share. With the notable exception of Christmas food, Christmas costs about $200. (Okay, Leon and I get ourselves a present, but Christmas is just the excuse, not the reason. I mean, doesn’t every family need a 1.5T NAS?)

So far the kids haven’t squawked the “lack” of Christmas presents, and I don’t get mopey.

Now Birthdays… Birthdays are another story all together.

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Thursday, December 27, 2007

Scifi Cons

When our kids were babies, we were very careful to keep violent television and movies from them. Star Wars had lots of fight scenes in it, for instance, so they didn’t watch it. Harry Potter was pretty violent too. So, the kids pretty much stuck with Disney Playhouse. When little, the kids didn’t know what science fiction was.

Leon and I occasionally go to science fiction conventions. I admire the costuming and Leon admires the makeup (prosthetics and the like). We like to wonder around for a day or so, look at stuff that we can’t easily obtain elsewhere, and then go back to our normal lives.

About a year ago we decided to brave it and take the kids to StarCon. I think Anna was five and Quinn was three, or maybe they were four and two. Anyway, we left the con mortified. Anna had loudly proclaimed that she was bored. Quinn displayed fear of Darth Vader. We grabbed the kids and left the con with our tails between our legs.

At the car, Leon and I made a decision. We decided to not protect them quite as much and started introducing them to science fiction. Their first sci fi movie, I think, was The Cat From Outer Space. After that we let them watch E.T. Eventually we got brave enough and let them watch Star Wars and Harry Potter.

We haven’t seen any negative behaviors from the kids since then. We haven’t been to a science fiction convention since then either.

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