Crow Tastes Like Licensed Character Memorabilia

Crow Tastes Like Licensed Character Memorabilia

Pre-parenthood, I swore I’d never spend money on official character stuff: Disney, Nickelodeon, whatever. I would always choose generic themed bed linens and I’d never buy character t-shirts or dolls. Never. Other people could buy them for my kids, but I would not give into the Lightning McQueens, Ariels and Paw Patrols my children begged for. Nope.IMG_1878

I held fast to my word until November of this year. I’m not sure what pushed me over the edge – maybe I was powerless to the Target pre-Black Friday under $10 sale on princess dresses with an extra 20% off Cartwheel coupon. Or was it the sudden onset of Star Wars fever in my five-year-old? Either way, it started slowly.

But then, THEN, the twins started with true Frozen fever seemingly out of nowhere, and I fell victim to their adorable requests for Elsha? Annya? Oyaf?. Was it because I saw Frozen in the theater when they were in utero? Did they absorb the desire to build a snowman by amniotic osmosis?

We’re a few weeks away from ditching their beloved pacifiers. Our first attempt will be a full court press: trimming the ends, making them give them freely to the pacifier fairy that lives at the beach (long days + playing with their cousins= bedtime crash) in exchange for gifts of their choice. Can you guess what the gifts of choice were when I asked? Elsha and cake, of course. Guess I passed my constant desire to eat cake through amniotic osmosis as well.

twins-9039Three things happened at the same time:

  1. REO Speedwagon’s “I can’t fight this feeling” became my personal theme music.
  2. I logged on to the Disney Store website and discovered that Frozen items just HAPPENED to be 40% off, and maybe went a little crazy.
  3. I confessed to my Facebook friends that I would be eating crow for dinner that night, because I had just purchased two Elsa plush dolls, two “Sisters Forever” t-shirts, and two pairs of Frozen swim goggles simply because the girls asked for Elsha in exchange for their pacifiers.

I didn’t know who I was anymore, and neither did my friends. I’ve caught a considerable amount of nagging in the days since.

That’s the thing about parenting, I guess. You can make all of the arbitrary rules you want, and then they’ll all get force fed to you in the form of humble pie. I won’t say it tastes delicious, but the kids sure do appreciate me eating it.

Lindsay is a native New Orleanian, displaced only by her years at Mississippi State, where she earned a B.S. in Wildlife and Fisheries and a minor in English. She came home shortly after Katrina, to work as a zookeeper and be a part of the rebuilding of her beloved city. She dragged her husband Drake, a Tennessee native, along with her. Their son Bennett joined the family in 2010, and in 2014 they welcomed identical twin girls, Genevieve and Kellen Clair. She now works full-time as an Environmental Scientist while working on her Master's and serving part-time as NOM’s resident Jill of All Trades. Powered by espresso, cake, and craft beer, her happy place is on a beach or in the woods. Need to identify a plant, tree, or animal? Lindsay’s a wealth of random knowledge. She loves to cook and sprinkle a little glitter on everything.


  1. I love this piece. And you. This is hilarious. It’s so true. I still stand by the ‘I won’t spend 900 dollars on a Disney princess dress. SO THERE!’ mindset. 😉

  2. Love! And love you! I still have two stuffed Barneys and a box of Ninja Turtle character items to bestow upon my boys on the occasion of their parenting seasons!


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