This morning, as part of Disney+, Hulu, and ESPN+’s celebration of National #StreamingDay, Disney+ announced the new original series Muppets Now will premiere Jul. 31. This morning, Kermit the Frog, Miss Piggy, and the gang joined in the fun over Twitter. Each shared their own unique spin on the series’ original key art. 

Muppets Now

Muppets Now is The Muppets Studio’s first original series for Disney+. In the six-episode season, Scooter rushes to make his delivery deadlines and upload the brand-new Muppet series for streaming. They are due now, and he’ll need to navigate whatever obstacles, distractions, and complications the rest of the Muppet gang throws at him.

Muppets Now

Described as “overflowing with spontaneous lunacy, surprising guest stars and more frogs, pigs, bears (and whatevers) than legally allowed, the Muppets cut loose in Muppets Now with the kind of startling silliness and heartfelt fun that first made them famous.”

—Jennifer Swartvagher

All photos courtesy of Disney+

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Since my diagnosis and hospitalizations I have often had people ask me how I am doing. It is always such a loaded question, like, where do I begin? How much do they know? How much do they want to know? Should I be honest, or should I act like I am doing good?

Most of the time I say something along the lines of, “I am hanging in there.” or, “today is a good day.” I just figure no one wants to hear, “Well, I threw up all night and I haven’t pooped in a week, but enough about me, how’s the family doing, Susanne?” Turns out, people don’t just ask this question to take up time. They genuinely want to comprehend how I am doing and what they can do for me. I learned this when recently a friend asked how I was doing and I replied with, “I am feeling so much better.” She then turned to me without skipping a beat and said, “Okay, thanks for accommodating me. How are you really doing?”

I paused and just let it roll. I may have rolled it too eagerly because pretty soon I was a sobbing mess, but my friend didn’t falter or awkwardly change the subject. She listened. She sympathized. And the surprising part was that she thanked me for being authentic because then she was better able to understand my needs. It was there that I was realized that being vulnerable doesn’t make you weak; it makes you stronger for being genuine.

The other thing I have learned is that people want to help, people want to be needed. I have seen this countless times as I have watched my tribe of family, friends, acquaintances and strangers have offered their love and assistance. This has been a very humbling experience for me…to say the least. I have always wanted to do things myself. I have a really hard time asking for help. I would almost rather serve everyone around me before asking someone to lighten MY load. I always thought like asking for help made me inferior, but then I would get upset when some of my friends kindly refused my help when I offered. By the way, why is this a problem with women? It seems like men easily can text someone, “hey bro, wanna help me move my whole house this Saturday? K, cool.”

After my incident happened and I was on the long road to recovery I literally could not do certain things. I have felt so much love for people who jumped right in to fulfill the things I could no longer do.

I feel love as I watch people deliver dinner to Peyton and Samantha. I feel love as I see a whole ward of mothers look after my children when I am in the hospital. I felt love as my new friend, a cosmetologist, came to my home to wash, cut and style my hair the night I got home from the hospital. I felt love as my friend came to the hospital armed with a girls night in activities and proceeded to curl my hair and paint my nails.

I have felt love as people have sent baby blankets, get well soon cards, inspiring books and beautiful flowers. I felt love as I have been given countless priesthood blessings from so many willing men. I feel love when my daughter shouts to me as I am laying down, “I hope you  feel better!” I have felt overflowing love as I have watched my mother, father, and in-laws dedicate months and months of traveling to Florida to help us. I feel love as a friend has been doing my laundry.

I felt love when our friends came and spent their vacation watching my kids, cleaning my house and running errands for me. I felt love when a few days after my surgery my husband carried me into the hospital shower and washed my injured body, completely drenching his fully clothed body in the process.

I often have thought about this whole situation as a nightmare and an experience that impaired my life within a few minutes. I have recently started to try and shift my thinking to all of the incredible blessings that I have seen and the love I have felt as this has transpired. Had this never happened I would never have become closer to my husband, my parents, my sister, Peyton’s coworkers, my new friends and fellow church members.

If you are struggling with a difficult situation, may I share with you what I am starting to slowly learn? There is good.  Find it. Hold onto it and try and grasp it when you feel like you can’t go on another minute. Feel love as people administer service for you. A nurse in the hospital shared something with me when I was being discharged and overwhelmed at the thought of recovery. She said, “Someone asked me if I could eat an elephant.” Of course, I replied, “No!” To which they told me, “You could…one small bite at a time.”

Remember, the Lord has not given you more than you can handle. These trials and hardships will make you so much stronger in the future. I know this can be difficult to hear when you just want to curl up in a ball and sulk in self-loathing. But, I know that you (and all of us!) were not sent to earth to be miserable. So if you are going to walk away with anything from this post; let it be this. Be vulnerable. Ask for help, feel love through the help and look for the good. I know you can do it!

This post originally appeared on Adventures in Homemaking.

Hi, i'm Cat! We live in Orlando, Florida where my husband works for Mickey Mouse (no, really). We have two kids, Samantha (5) & Preston (2). I suffer from a chronic illness called Short Bowel Syndrome. My ramblings are dedicated to travel adventures, nap time confessions and my medical journey. Cheers!

Get your Garbage Pail Kids trading cards out. Now, you can play with all of your favorite characters again. In honor of GPK’s 35th anniversary, usaopoly (The Op) is teaming up with Topps to release Monopoly: Garbage Pail Kids.

Monopoly: Garbage Pail Kids

“As long-time fans of Garbage Pail Kids, we are excited that other fans of this pop-culture classic will be able to immerse themselves in, and enjoy, the iconic tabletop Monopoly game play experience,” says Maggie Matthews (aka Haggy Maggie in Garbage Pail Kids-speak), The Op’s SVP of Licensing.  

Players will vie to collect iconic characters such as Adam Bomb and Leaky Lindsay. Navigate the game board with one of six collectible movers such as an Overflowing Garbage Can, Swirly Dog Poop or Zit Goo Tube.

“When Topps first published the Garbage Pail Kids cards and stickers in the 80’s and 90’s, it spawned a worldwide collecting phenomenon,” says Ira Friedman (aka IncrudibleIra), Topps VP of Global Licensing. “Today, many of those young fans are nostalgically reliving childhood memories and reconnecting with the brand. They’re going to get a kick out of this bold mashup between GPK and Monopoly.”  

MONOPOLY: Garbage Pail Kids will be available throughout North America in specialty stores this spring, retailing for $39.99.

—Jennifer Swartvagher

Featured photo: usaopoly

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The other day my daughter and I decided to go outside for a puddle walk. I couldn’t help but be in awe of her as she splashed through mud puddles. She was free in the moment, overflowing with joy and happiness. She is growing up so fast. There are so many things I want her to know before she begins life on her own. In time, I vow to teach her each of them. Until then, I savored this moment of playing in the rain.

  1. Travel to other countries and value your own.
  2. If an acquaintance, co-worker, or friend loses a loved one, go to the funeral. Even if you can only stay a moment to sign the guest book…GO.
  3. Listen to your gut.
  4. Few problems cannot be made easier with candy. Always keep a stash of your favorite candy hidden in a box of tampons. Nobody is looking in there.
  5. Do not wait for someone to ask for help. Not everyone is capable of asking. Do not ask someone how you can help. Think of something and do it.
  6. Always have a means of supporting yourself financially even if you do not necessarily have to.
  7. Begin every day and end every night giving thanks for some aspect of your life. There will be days when everything seems bleak. Give thanks for that, too. It helps you appreciate the days that are not.
  8. Focus less on how your body looks. Focus more on what your body can do.
  9. Practice random acts of kindness. Bonus points if they are anonymous.
  10. Do not expect hard work to be enough to get the raise, the respect, the job, the promotion. Many hard workers in this world deserve far more than they receive. But, do not let this deter you.
  11. Think critically.
  12. You do not owe anyone a smile. You do not owe anyone a pretty look. You do not owe anyone a hug. Your body is yours alone to use it how you wish. That includes your mind. You can change it at any time.
  13. Listen to your gut.
  14. Be kind to others. Be kind to animals. Be kind to plants. Everything is connected.
  15. Never underestimate the importance of a firm handshake.
  16. Be cautious of first impressions. They are often wrong.
  17. When you receive a compliment, say thank you.
  18. Spouse, sister, brother, daughter, grandparent, or cousin, it does not matter. A title never obligates you to withstand disrespectful, physical or mentally abusive behavior. It also does not give you the right to unleash it on others. Set your behavior accordingly.
  19. Give more. Take less.
  20. The key to a happy life is balance. Take inventory of what is lacking and what is overflowing. Adjust accordingly.
  21. Set boundaries.
  22. Base your judgments on intentions. No one is perfect, cut a little slack.
  23. At a dinner among friends, eat the damn cake.
  24. Play in the rain.

Robin Reynolds is a writer, blogger and contributing author for Chicken Soup for the Soul. Her daughter is the inspiration for her blog Dear Jalen where she chronicles her daughter’s childhood in written letters. Robin is on a mission to encourage other parents to do the same. Visit Dear Jalen to learn more. Follow her on FacebookTwitter, and Instagram.

Congrats go out to former first daughter Chelsea Clinton and her hubby Marc Mezvinsky. The couple recently became parents again—with the birth of baby boy Jasper Clinton Mezvinsky on Jul. 22!

Clinton, who is already mom to Charlotte and Aidan, announced her third baby’s birth on Twitter, writing, “This morning we welcomed our son Jasper Clinton Mezvinsky. We are overflowing with love and gratitude and can’t wait to introduce him to his big sister and brother.”

Along with plenty of well wishes from fans, baby Jasper’s grandmother (a.k.a. Hillary Clinton) also tweeted, “Sharing some happy news this morning! Bill and I are so thrilled.”

If you’re counting, Clinton isn’t the only former first daughter who will have a summer birth. Jenna Bush Hager, daughter to former President George W. Bush and Today co-host, is due to also have her third child within weeks!

—Erica Loop

Featured photo: Pregnant Celebrities via Instagram 

 

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Photo: Rachel Jones-Pittier

Riding in the car that day you sat, as always, on my lap (which really meant taking up half the front seat). Daddy drove, and our meticulously packed duffel bag sat in the backseat. As we prepared to drop you off at Nana’s, it dawned on me – this might be the last time with just the three of us in the car together. Everything was about to change. And you, my sweet pup, would no longer be an “only child.”

Let’s be honest, you had it pretty good those first six years – doggy daycare, long scenic walks, a bed and toys at the office; you joined us for friends’ game nights, al fresco dinners and vacations. Some saw you just as a pet, we saw you as a family member. And we were about to add another family member – but human.

Four days after that tense drive (an eternity to you), we came home, but we weren’t alone. We brought a tiny, pungent, noisy… thing. It was hard to get a good look at it through the blanket, and you couldn’t understand why we guarded it so closely from your wet nose and eager tongue. Our nickname for the thing, “Baby Sissy,” only piqued your curiosity.

As much as we all hoped things at home would go back to normal, nighttime was anything but. Throughout the night we were interrupted by Baby Sissy’s sharp, demanding cries. I’m sure we wondered the same thing – how could a noise so loud come from something so small?? The days of snuggling up together for eight hours of uninterrupted sleep were gone.

Daytime was just as hectic. For awhile, I was not a good walk partner. A few times, Nana had to remind us to feed you. Your space was taken over by new toys and gear that you couldn’t play with. And your usual stroll around the yard for the perfect spot was cut short as we stood in the doorway with a crying… lump.

Friends had warned me that in the anxiety and sleep deprivation of those early weeks, we might take stress out on you. But it was actually the opposite – you were a reprieve. Though we loved your Baby Sissy immensely, there was so much about her that was new and unknown; but you were familiar. When I felt at my lowest, you were there to remind me it would be ok. When it seemed all Baby Sissy could do was take – my body, love, time and sleep – there you were to give. Uncomplicated, enthusiastic and overflowing with affection.

Those moments also reminded me that you’d make a great “Big Sissy.” It wasn’t overnight, but a wonderful thing happened in the time since we brought home the lump – a tiny human emerged.

Now you know Baby Sissy as the little person who drops tasty food scraps for you, squeals with delight when you enter a room and gives you whole-body hugs. We’re confident that for most of your days together, Baby Sissy will multiply the affection and love you receive – not take it away.

I know the first few months were hard on you, pup. Believe me, they were hard on us, too. But if there’s one thing I hope to communicate to you, it’s that you haven’t lost our love or your place in our family. You’ll always be my first baby.

 

Rachel Jones-Pittier
Tinybeans Voices Contributor

Rachel Jones-Pittier is a millennial mom, marketer and writer based in the Twin Cities. She enjoys coffee shops, fawning over her adorable baby and dog and family trips to the cabin. Follow her on Twitter and Instagram at @rachrific.

Folks, this is serious business when traveling abroad. This issue can cause great embarrassment when visiting a local in their home. It constantly perplexes my six-year-old. It confuses the foreigner who doesn’t read the local language. It delves into the issue of societal norms we take for granted at home, but are hesitant to discuss when traveling abroad.

Namely: where do you put used toilet paper?

To many, the obvious answer is “in the toilet.” But the white porcelain throne with modern sewage and three-ply-soft-as-cotton-toilet paper is not the global standard. Rule 1: when traveling abroad you must be prepared for the many variations of toilet paper etiquette you might encounter. 

Staying overnight with guests in rural Romania, our host showed us around the house and mentioned we should not put toilet paper in their toilet. In Romania, that’s normal. Not a problem—until decades of habit kicked in and I just dropped the paper in the bowl and flushed. Moments later, the system backed up.

This is not a case of TMI. You need to know that even toilet paper used for going a little Number One can back up a system not designed for processed wood products. Just don’t do it!  Follow the stated or written instructions. The owner of the toilet, if they have instructed you to put paper in the bin, is expecting to see dirty paper in the bin. Call it a cultural experience or whatever you need to call it, but put it in the bin so your host doesn’t have to perform the worse of two evils and clean up an overflowing toilet.

After months of living in Romania, my oldest asked, at a very nice hotel in Bucharest, if she could put the paper in the toilet. Yes, because Rule 2: unless there is a sign indicating otherwise, at very nice hotels you may put the toilet paper in the toilet. She was hesitant, however. The norm in Romania is toilet paper in the trash bin

Alas, every morning before room service came, our little trash bin was loaded with used toilet paper.  She couldn’t stop the habit of throwing the paper in the bin. Putting it in the toilet was strange.

This may disgust some readers, but let me remind you that an overflowing toilet is much more disgusting than used toilet paper in a trash bin. Use the trash bin provided! If toilet-goers consistently use trash bins, you retain the privilege of wiping with super-soft-mega-ply paper. After all, if the owner of the toilet knows the paper will not be put in the bowl, they aren’t forced to buy membrane-thin-insta-shred TP. This privilege can’t be abused.

In Romania, as in many other parts of the world, remember Rule 3: if you are visiting a home that provides luxurious toilet paper, unless the bathroom is equally luxurious, you can safely assume the paper is not intended to be put in the toilet. Use the bin provided. If the bin is already loaded with toilet paper, you know you’re making the right choice.

(Of course, there’s always the crazy outlier to the rule. Our friends in Romania, who always had very nice toilet paper, have this sign in their bathroom that reads “please put the paper in the toilet.” In this case, Rule 1 applies.)

Sometimes the throne is not porcelain, but a plywood box with a hole a short walking distance from the house (aka, an out-house). Same toilet paper rules apply. The pit in some outhouses is a receptacle for human waste only. It is not a trash can. If you put paper in the pit, it fills up faster and another hole would have to be dug sooner rather than later.

Rule 4: in outhouses, check the pit for paper. If there is no paper in the pit, you are not entitled to dispose of yours in the hole. Use the bin if one is provided.

Then there’s the roadside pit stop, frequently employed in rural areas where gas stations are infrequent or, more frequent than not, unfit for human use. A roadside bush must suffice. In these cases, you must of course bring your own toilet paper. I recommend you Rule 5: always stash a roll at all times in the glove box.

I recall a recent road trip in Namibia. Miles from nowhere, we stopped at a roadside picnic site. With no other option, we had to find a private spot behind a bush for personal business. The bush I selected had been the obvious choice of no less than 100 other people who had stopped by the rest area. Toilet paper fluttered in the bushes and human waste lay strewn about, uncovered and exposed. You can step it up.

While walking to your spot of choice, find a stick to use as a toilet-paper-burying device. Dig a small hole and, when your business is done, remember Rule 6: cover your toilet paper and business with brush, dirt and other natural organic material. You may think you’re in the middle of nowhere, but it is somewhere for someone. Of course, Rule 6 only applies in situations where strict pack-in, pack-out rules are irrelevant.

Recently in a public restroom in the United States, my daughter asked if she could put paper in the toilet. Yes, a thousand times yes. A printed sign on the door caused her confusion. These signs are found across public restrooms in the United States. It was apparent there is something that is not supposed to go in the toilet. If not paper, then what?

I’ll save that explanation for another time. For now, “in America, put paper in the toilet” will suffice.

With four kids ages nine and under, we are always on the move, but currently reside in southern California. I hope to never lose our sense of adventure and awe as we travel around our city and around the world, drinking coffee and discovering playgrounds.

My children are little enigmas.

They’re so ridiculously cute and sweet with their soft, smooth skin, big, bright eyes and gorgeous, baby-like voices.

They’re also demanding, exhausting and sometimes even downright disgusting.

One minute, they’ll stop what they’re doing and look up at me and smile with their tiny little perfect teeth, wrinkling their gorgeous, freckled noses and say “I love you Mommy! You’re the best!” And then the next thing I know they’re yelling“JUICE!!!” at me at the top of their lungs to indicate they’re thirsty before running off to play in the toilet water.

Ah, kids.

So why on earth would you ever want three of them? I have three children age 6 and under and I’ll let you in on a little secret. They’re ridiculously fun. Since having my third kid, I’ve experienced more chaos, noise and exhaustion than ever before – but I’ve also had more love and happiness in my life than I ever thought imaginable.

If you’re on the fence about adding more kids to your clan, here are just 5 reasons why you should have three of them:

1. You’ll really stop sweating the small stuff. The first kid is generally the ‘test child’. You have no idea what you’re doing, but you’ll try it out anyway and then learn from your mistakes. With the second kid, you’re still cautious about your parenting. You’ve likely learned more, but you can still be a touch nervous. By the third child, you practically let them raise themselves. They learn that sometimes they have to wait. Sometimes they can’t have what they want the minute they want it. The tantrums don’t seem to rattle you anymore. And you realize that they’ll be okay if they have a soother until they’re 4 or don’t walk until way later than the neighbour’s kid. You have the knowledge that everything is probably going to turn out okay and as a result, you can relax a whole lot more.

2. You’ll always have someone around to snuggle.  Kids are busy little creatures. And they always seem to be mastering some new skill which means they’re too busy for a good, long snuggle with Mom & Dad. Unless, of course, you have three. There’s always bound to be one kid up for a cuddle. When my 6-year-old is too busy reading or coloring to actually stop and let me snuggle her – I curl up with my 4-year-old on the couch. When my 4-year-old doesn’t want to stop playing, I snuggle the 6-year-old and talk about her day. And on the days when everyone is too busy or too distracted – I can always rely on my 2-year-old to melt into my body for a long, reassuring cuddle before bed.

3. Life will be louder and sillier and chaotic.  But that’s how life should be, shouldn’t it? I want my days to leave me exhausted, but happy. Tired, but overflowing with laughter. And you can absolutely do all that with one or two kids. But when you throw another kid into the mix, life just gets more everything. And I welcome it with open arms.

4. Big(ish) families are fun!  There’s always someone to play with. To share inside jokes with. You’ll always have someone cheering you on. To curl up and watch TV with. I love our loud, rousing dinner conversations during the holidays. Three kids puts us into the category of a bigger family. And it really is a lot of fun.

5. You’ll finally be complete. If you’re even a little unsure about whether you’re done or not, it probably means your family is not yet complete. At least, that was my experience. I thought I was done after two. I was very happy and content. I loved everything about my life. Yet, when my third little baby came into my life, I realized I was waiting for her. And now, our family is whole.

Heather is a writer and Mom to three highly advanced little girls (according to her husband and her). She's also a runner, a reader and a lover of wine and beer (which is why she runs). Follow her at littlehumanseatinghealthy.comheatherdixon.ca, or on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter.

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June 23, 2016- Yay, babies! Katherine Heigl announce she is pregnant with baby number three. Katherine and her husband, musician star, Josh Kelley confirmed to People Magazine that they are expecting a baby boy, and he is due next January.

The couple adopted two beautiful daughters together, Adelaide Marie Hope,4, and Naleigh Moon, 7, so they are thrilled to welcome a baby boy to the family.

The couple tell People “Naleigh and Adalaide could not be more excited to welcome their new sibling into the fold and Josh and I are overflowing with joy and gratitude.”

Are you a Heigl/Kelley fan? Tell us in the comments below!

H/T: People Magazine

Their play room is overflowing with toys and games, but sometimes all it takes to entertain your kids for hours is a simple box. Watch the video below from Amazon’s Creative Galaxy and get inspired to creatively reuse your own Amazon boxes.

Happy Earth Day! Share your Amazon box creations with us on social media by tagging #RedTricycle!