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 and 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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