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Could Evansville, IN be on that list- PLEASE??🙏🏼 Netflix subscriber but would absolutely LOVE to see this in theaters in OCTOBER🎃🕷️🕸️ i would hire back up babysitters for my scheduled babysitters just to make sure we could #frightnightdatenight
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October 20, 2025 at 6:09 PM
Although, not everything comes out in the wash. A spot of blue still lingers on my table.

Happy Birthday in the Heavens, Mom.

We’re still here, making messes and entertaining fairies.

#happyheavenlybirthdaymom
March 30, 2025 at 5:20 AM
Mom often mailed cards with little handwritten notes inside, telling her grandkids how much she enjoyed their play dates. Her last letter hangs on my refrigerator, held in place by a hand-painted, blue and purple bird magnet from a 2/$1 Dollar Tree craft kit Mom bought.
March 30, 2025 at 5:19 AM
She did all of the “soft” Nana things that don’t naturally come to me as a Mom. Crafting, baking Christmas cookies, encouraging messiness.

Building fairy gardens.

I do those things now because she first did so with her grandkids. It’s how I learned (& still try) to soften my edges as a parent.
March 30, 2025 at 5:19 AM
…. dumping overflowing bags of craft kits, baubles, art supplies, and kitschy holiday bric-a-brac all over my kitchen table. (“Let these babies make messes, Cassie. It’ll wash out or use it as a rag.”) The sheer volume of clutter would make my palms sweat.
March 30, 2025 at 5:16 AM
It was this eccentricity that ensured Mom was a natural Nana. When bringing over her own ingredients to bake in my kitchen (she used Country Crock, I used real butter- it was a whole thing), she would also clean out DG, Big Lots, and Ollie’s….
March 30, 2025 at 5:16 AM
Mom’s questionable garden trinket collection is what eventually softened me to indulge in my own children’s fairy village build. They enjoy it and I try not to look directly at it- just as I did with Mom’s overstimulated yard.
March 30, 2025 at 5:15 AM
When Nick and I moved into our new home, she begged to take in this abandoned, gaudy Ceramic Boy Peeing statue the former owners left. (I don’t know why she asked. I would’ve been grateful had she quietly stolen it- sparing me the knowledge that it had ever darkened my doorstep.)
March 30, 2025 at 5:14 AM
Mom loved her unsightly lawn treasures so much that I compared it to Ariel’s obsessive sea-junk-hoarding situation, informing her that family intervention was imminent. Storming past me & invoking my full name, she placed another 3/$5 yard fairy in her flower bed and refilled her 7th bird feeder.
March 30, 2025 at 5:10 AM