Mad Men Season Finale Review

Were you disappointed or intrigued by the Mad Men  season finale?

(Spoiler alert! Don’t read on if you haven’t seen it yet. But  I gave you plenty of time to watch it on your DVR.)

I’ve been a fan of dashing, deceptive Don Draper since the beginning. It’s one of the few shows that transports me to another place and makes an hour feel like a New York minute. After an insufferably long hiatus, the show came back with big developments for all its characters as it winds down to the series finale next year.  The plot twists were unexpected, the dialog tight and intense, and the art direction brilliant.

Although I dreaded the finale (like a kid at Disneyland, I never want it to end)  I liked how it summarized each character’s journey this season and left the audience wondering what’s next for Don.

While some whiners complained the finale lacked the weight of the previous episode where Lane hanged himself in his office,  they don’t understand story arc. Lane’s suicide was the season’s climax and the finale served as the denouement, wrapping up each character’s story and perhaps giving some clues to what might happen next season and how the series will end.

The Cast of “Mad Men”/ AMC

Here’s what I liked about the finale:

Pete getting punched in the face –twice! Although some say his speech at the bedside of his former lover in her room at a mental hospital made him sympathetic, I still think he’s a creepy, selfish prick. But I guess many can relate to the feeling of seemingly having it all — wife, baby, professional success, house in the burbs– and still wondering why you’re not happy.

The silhouette shot from the back, of the partners looking out the windows in  the new office space was dramatic and telling. Unlike earlier in the season when the firm was on shaky ground, now it’s full of possibilities.

Don and Peggy running into each other at the movies. They were finally able to appreciate each other as colleagues and not boss and employee. Their fondness and mutual respect was palpable, yet classically reserved.

Don walking away from Megan and into a bar. Aesthetically it was a cool shot but I loved the symbolism. It was hard to read his face when he watched Megan’s audition film, but then he went out of his comfort zone to recommend her for the job.  Why? Does he think it’s over and this is his way of giving her a career to sustain her? Does he think she has talent and deserved the shot or does he just want to please her out of guilt because he’s moving on? If he’s done, I didn’t see that coming.

Who says cliffhangers have to hit you over the head? Wondering how Don will answer the question, “Are you alone?” is enough to keep me guessing all summer.

Show creator and writer Matthew Weiner directed the season finale and talked about some of his choices in an interesting interview with The New York Times. You can read it here.

Let me know your thoughts on the finale in the comments.

Bug in the Ear! Part 2

For those of you who read my post about 6-year-old Eli getting a bug in his ear (if you didn’t, you can catch up on the pesky pest here) here’s your update:

After two-plus harrowing hours in the Emergency Room, where doctors tried to extract a bug they weren’t convinced was in there, they sent us home.  Brave Eli woke up feeling much better and went about his day Sunday and Monday at school, with the mysterious invader still in his ear.

I took him to the ENT Monday afternoon and in 5 minutes they flushed this sucker out of his ear using a giant syringe filled with water.

ICK!!

Eli hated having something else shoved in his ear and complained of some pain and discomfort but the flushing process took all of two minutes. It was repulsive, but I have never been more thrilled to see a dead bug.  Wilson and I knew that creepy critter was in there but the doctors were skeptical because all we had to go on was Eli’s story.

The bug was the only explanation for the way he was screaming and flailing around. That black, hairy sucker was alive for a good 45 minutes buzzing his eardrum and trying to scratch his way out. We think the reason Eli finally calmed down in the second hour at the ER is because the bug died and wasn’t moving and irritating him anymore.

The doctor said there’s no damage to the ear or further danger but Eli’s taking antibiotic drops in his ear for a few days just in case. I’m happy to report that today he is deloused and pain-free.

For the record, the ENT said if this ever happens again (what are the chances?!) we should drop some mineral oil in the ear because it will kill the bug and ease out the ear wax until a doctor can remove it.

Good to know.

Last Day of School Blues

Today’s the last day of school for my kids. As they bust down the double doors  with glee, I’m feeling wistful that another school year is done.

This morning I shuttled between schools bearing teacher gifts and receiving report cards, feeling sad and anxious. I always get this way in June. Change is difficult and moving on means leaving people and places behind.

Two years ago I wrote a column about it for maplewoodpatch.com and although my kids are older now, the sentiment remains the same.  You can read it here.

The good news is although he’s headed for 4th grade next year, Aden still holds my hand once in a while and we read together most nights. Eli finished kindergarten today and is not looking back.  I’m trying not to focus on the fact that I’ll never have a child in kindergarten again, and instead take pride in all they’ve accomplished.

Maybe today when the last one gets home and dumps his filthy knapsack on my kitchen floor, I won’t think about them growing up too fast. Instead I’ll focus on not having to get up early and pack lunch tomorrow, or the next day after that. I’ll smile about not having to prod them to do homework or go to sleep early. I’ll revel in the next few days when we have no plans and can just hang around.

When you  look at the old column, notice the final, touching comment at the end from a mother who’s seen her share of last days.  It reminded me that the age of your kids doesn’t matter as long as you still feel close to them. And hopefully, they’ll continue to make you proud.

Happy Father’s Day Wilson!

Last night, Wilson and I spent two excruciating hours in the Emergency Room with our 6-year-old Eli, who was writhing in pain and discomfort after an insect flew deep into his ear.  We had to hold him down while doctors prodded and flushed his ear until it bled, but still nothing came out.

The experience exhausted Eli and although he wanted that bug out– after two hours of poking around– he just needed everyone to leave his ear alone. At around midnight, we got drops to numb the ear and will have to see an ENT this week. He slept well and seems better today so we feel lucky.

Who stayed calm and comforting by Eli’s side the whole night?   Wilson.

It was late and after a long Saturday full of events, we were tired and worried about the possibility the doctors would have to sedate Eli with anesthesia to take out the bug. At points I was exasperated and snippy, but Wilson was unflappable.

He tried to distract Eli by discussing minute details of Star Wars Lego Xbox game scenarios and promised him ice cream as doctors pushed water and sharp objects into his raw ear canal.  He smiled and stroked Eli’s cheek and back all night.

It’s fitting that Wilson spent the early hours of Father’s Day doing what he does best: loving and supporting his kids.  Then he went on to coach baseball and man the barbecue before tucking the boys into their beds tonight.

My kids made the requisite Father’s Day cards for Wilson this year that hailed him as “The Best Daddy Ever.”

Last night, he proved it.

I  dedicate this post to Wilson. If everyone had a dad like him, we’d all be better people. I know there’ll be at least three amazing men coming your way soon.

Candy Reading List: Best Picture Books Ages 3-9

It’s challenging to read to my younger kids (ages 6 and 9) at bedtime lately because we’re out late several nights a week at games or other family events.  I’ll forgo it a few days until a wave of guilt and longing washes over and draws me back to the pillow, head-to-head with them, telling tales.

Picture books have become a favorite for those summer nights when you don’t want to commit to a chapter book. I’m picky about the books we take on because we read them multiple times. We love a compelling story and beautiful or funny illustrations with details that allow us to discover new things each time we read it. Even 9-year-old Aden likes these entertaining books, which are great for girls and boys.

Zen Shorts/Jon J Muth

One in a series of Zen books that are so simple in their storytelling yet carry powerful messages that reach both kids and adults. The Impressionist watercolors illustrate Stillwater, a giant Panda who befriends some neighborhood kids and teaches lessons through stories and experiences. Each parable challenges readers to examine how we react to the world around us.

Giraffes Can’t Dance/Giles Andreae and Guy Parker-Rees

I’ve brought this book to read to my kids’ classes at least 6 times over the years because it combines eye-catching illustrations with a sweet life lesson. Gerald the Giraffe can’t dance like all his jungle friends, which makes him an outcast with low-self esteem. He overcomes the teasing with help from a wise old cricket who teaches him to groove to his own beat.

 

Bear Wants More/Karma Wilson and Jane Chapman

This series of Bear books are always on my go-to list because of their adorable art, poetic storytelling, and amusing plot twists at the end.  In this one, hungry Bear is looking for food and gets help from many furry friends. The “Bear Wants More!” rephrase gets kids really into the story because they know what to expect and love to repeat the line.  It’s fun to follow the creature characters from book to book.

A Camping Spree with Mr. Magee/Chris Van Dusen

This one’s a gem! Mr. Magee and his dog Dee’s wild adventure in the woods never gets old. The artwork is vibrant and fun with amazing details but it’s the clever, lyrical words that make the story sing.  The surprises and danger keep my boys hooked, no matter how many times we’ve read it.

When we’re not reading these, I want to tackle Harry Potter with 9-year-old Aden. I’ve never read the series and have purposely avoided the movies so I could discover the stories with my kids.  Aden is set on reading the Percy Jackson series, but that doesn’t interest me as much. Please tell me in the comments which series you would read first.

Advice for Soccer Parents: Practice Manners

Pardon the deluge of sports topics this week. I am knee-deep in practices and games so navigating this sporting life is top of mind.

I highly recommend all parents of soccer players read this blog I found in the Wall Street Journal.  10 Things Soccer Parents Should Know is one of those no-duh articles with advice that makes complete sense that parents often ignore.  Read it here.

Aden Kickin It

As I have said in this space before, I am not as invested in my kids winning as some of the other parents I encounter because I ‘m not as engaged in sports. Wilson and my boys could tell you details about games they played 3 years ago– who was on base or in goal, the pitch or foul count, the weather — but somehow can’t remember where they took their cleats off last night.

The scores and plays are lost on me, but I can tell you the times they refused to speak to me in the car for 45 minutes on the way home from a loss, or were on a natural high of winning and ice cream that kept them rehashing highlights for days. I’m always more concerned with their moods than their records.

The list in the WSJ blog comes from someone who has seen it all as a coach for 22 years.  It’s critical of certain types of parents, but his message rings true.

I don’t think I’ve ever yelled instructions to my kid during a game. If I did, I’d look like a blockhead: I don’t have the first clue about what they should be doing. But I’ve witnessed almost every situation he describes, from my canvas chair on the sidelines.

I love how he ends the piece with “All the meaningful work is done in practice.” That seems logical and a good mantra to tell your kid on those days he/she doesn’t want to go. But it also reminded me that parenting is about practice and every game is an opportunity to practice being the best athletic supporters we can be.

Joan Rivers’ New Book: She’s into Hard Core Scorn

I reviewed Joan Rivers’ new humor book, “I Hate Everyone… Starting with Me” for the Associated Press this week. I’ve always been fond of Joan and find her self-deprecating, bitchy humor amusing. But in this book she goes too far with the negativity and 242 pages of insults and mocking was too much. You can read my review here.

The piece was on several sites but I chose the Yahoo version because I want you to scroll down to the comments following the review. Most criticized Joan with cheap shots about her age, comedic abilities, and plastic surgery. Others accused her of causing her husband’s suicide and being a greedy Jew.

Really? That’s the level of discourse we’re at?

Perhaps I’m naive because I don’t spend much time making or reading many comments online besides my blog, but people always shock me with their levels of spite. Of course it’s easy to say nasty things when you’re sitting alone with a keyboard. I wonder how many of those hostile cowards would make similar comments in a crowded room.

The last paragraph of my review suggests that if you look at almost any online story these days, you can usually find hateful, angry comments so perhaps that’s the crowd Joan is addressing with this book. Ironically, I bet none of the haters who commented even read the review (or the book)  before making their judgments. If they had, they might have realized their own folly.

Crying in Baseball Part 2

Wow! You never know what’s gonna set people off but apparently my last post about my 9-year-old son, Aden, crying after losing his baseball game touched a nerve.

My goal was to describe the epiphany I had at Aden’s game last week. His team was one strike away from winning and went on to lose the game, sending my son– and several others–  into tears ( you can read  post and comments here.)

Aden brings intensity to the mound

I got several positive responses from parents who related to the issue. One mom even read the post to her kids after a different loss last night.

The point of the post was that instead of being troubled by seeing Aden (and all my boys for that matter)  upset when he loses, I realized it’s a good thing that he’s so passionate about sports.

But the moral of the story was muddled by the details I revealed to get there.

One family friend — who clearly once had  sons who were umpires or is perhaps a representative of the illusive Teenaged Umpires Union– criticized my perception of the ump’s “bad call” from my bleacher seat, and suggested I refrain from such judgments in the future.

I received other comments and emails suggesting my version of the story was one-sided. One email pointed out that Aden’s team had as good a chance as the other team to win but couldn’t make it happen. A friend and so-called “Candy” fan even claimed I was the cry-baby for complaining about the call.

Jeez.

Of course the post was one-sided. It’s a blog! It’s my opinion of events.

But it did bug the journalist in me that I had reported the facts in a completely biased way. Frankly the facts were beside the point and could — and perhaps should– have been left out so only Aden’s passion shined.

Live and learn.

It’s interesting to note how some parents overlooked the lesson because they were focused on keeping score. And we wonder where our kids get their intensity.

One positive was how Wilson– who cares deeply about all sports outcomes–  fiercely defended me. In response to one disgruntled reader he said this:

“I don’t think she was complaining, as I don’t believe she cares one iota about who wins or loses any 9-year-old baseball game (nor should she or we.)”

Glad he’s on my team.

When Crying in Baseball’s Okay

My three boys (ages 6, 9 and 12) are all playing baseball and the older two are also playing travel soccer, which translates to a minimum of 5 games a weekend. (I decided I won’t spend another summer in the bleachers, hunched over in back pain so I’m investing in stadium chairs. Check them out here.)

I often wonder how a nice city girl who spent childhood weekends shopping or in an apartment watching “American Bandstand” and classic movies got into this family of jocks.

But here I am.

I have mostly embraced this odd predicament and discovered many benefits of living a sporting life. We attend most games as a family so our time on the weekends is shared, instead of running in a million directions. We are spending time outside so we’re getting fresh air and exercise.  We have a community of friends whose kids are also involved in sports so the games are very social.

More importantly my boys — and Wilson– love playing, watching, and discussing sports so I decided long ago, instead of beating my head against a wall, I would join ’em.

I wanted to share something I noticed this weekend at my 9-year-old son, Aden’s baseball game. His team was playing against a team that included some of his closest friends so there was a lot riding on the outcome. Our team was up 3-2  at the top of last inning. The opposing team had 2 outs and 2 strikes so one more strike and we would have won the game. But the teenaged ump made a bad call and the other team walked and then rallied to score 5 runs and pull ahead. Despite their best efforts– our boys loaded the bases in a nail-biting ending– it came down to two outs and two strikes before our last kid swung and missed to lose the game 7- 3.

Who knows if it was the despair over the call, losing to their friends, or just a general unraveling, but at least four of the kids came off the field in tears. I immediately felt sad and helpless watching them throw their mitts in the dugout dirt with disgust. They stomped their little cleats and hung their capped heads as if their whole world was falling apart.

In the past,  I would silently condemn the game that breaks my son’s heart in two. No one wants to see their kid suffering, especially over a game that has so little significance.

But Saturday I had an epiphany.  As I looked around, I noticed that there were several players who were smiling, drinking Gatorade, and goofing around. Those kids shook off the loss as soon as they exited the field.  And for the first time, I felt sorry for them instead of fretting over my little jock, wiping tears with his jersey.

Aden was crying because he wanted to win. He’s competitive and passionate about whatever sport he’s playing. Do I wish he didn’t get so upset about losing? Absolutely.

But this weekend I realized I’d rather he care enough to cry than not care at all.

Mom on Strike

My friend Sandy wrote an amazing musical called “Rated P for Parenthood,” which debuted at the South Orange, New Jersey Performing Arts Center and then ran off-Broadway. It was a hilarious and touching look at raising kids from birth to college, starring talented actors who made me laugh and cry all four times I saw it. It may be touring sometime soon so if you get a chance, do yourself a favor and check it out!

While Sandy was working on and promoting the show she started a blog on the “Rated P” website which she is still writing.  I was a guest blogger this week and wrote about how I went on strike to get my kids to do their house chores. Please have a look here.

And let me know in the comments if you’ve had any success with getting your kids to help out around the house. It’s an ongoing issue so I can use all the advice I can get!