The Academy Awards are always a thrill, but this year it was even more exciting. During the show, musical nerds finally got what we’ve all been waiting for: the first teaser trailer of the revamped West Side Story.

Directed by Steven Spielberg, the rebooted film appears to stay true to the classic in imagery, music and story set in 1957 amidst rival gangs. Keep scrolling to see for yourself!

 

So who makes up the Jets and the Sharks? The new film includes plenty of up and comers like Ansel Elgort (Tony), Rachel Zegler (María), Ariana DeBose (Anita), David Alvarez (Bernardo), Mike Faist (Riff), Josh Andrés Rivera (Chino), Ana Isabelle (Rosalía), Corey Stoll (Lieutenant Schrank), Brian d’Arcy James (Officer Krupke) and Rita Moreno––who appeared in the OG West Side Story.

While the trailer likely got you amped up to belt out the chorus of “I Feel Pretty” and “America” alongside the cast, you’ll have to wait a little longer. West Side Story will release on Dec. 10, 2021.

––Karly Wood

Feature photo: Walt Disney Company

 

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My husband and I were married on July 2, 2011 in Red Bank, New Jersey. A few months after being married, I found out that I would need a kidney transplant. While this was somewhat of a surprise, it wasn’t something that hadn’t crossed my mind. My Mom was diagnosed with Medullary Cystic Kidney Disease when I was in middle school. She eventually went on to need a kidney transplant. At the time, my Dad was not a match to donate to my Mom, so she went on the UNOS waiting list. Several months of dialysis, she then received a call that there was a kidney for her. My Mom is by far the strongest woman I know. Seeing her strength is what helped me to get through my own transplant.

My symptoms of high blood pressure and rapid elevated kidney function were not the same as my mom’s kidney disease, I had, what our nephrologist  called, “Chronic kidney disease.” We then began our trek in January 2012 to getting listed on the UNOS lists at one hospital per state. My Mom, my Dad, my husband and I would make the drive together where they tried to make me laugh and make light of the long car rides. It was at the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania where I was getting over 30 vials of blood drawn to prepare for what was ahead when my husband said he wanted to be my donor. We had never even talked about him being a donor. I was shocked and honored that my husband of only a few months was willing to sacrifice his own life to save mine. That was not something that I had never expected of him. I always envisioned waiting like my Mom had done for a kidney from the UNOS list.

A month later, I was driving to work when I received a call from one of the transplant coordinators that my husband was in fact a candidate to be my donor.  After all of the tears poured down my face, I was parked in the parking lot of my school and I looked up to find the most beautiful rainbow right in front of me. I knew at that moment that this wasn’t by chance, this was fate. I called my husband to tell him the news and we both breathed a sigh of relief. After many trips from New Jersey to Pennsylvania, we decided that the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania was going to be the place we had our kidney transplant. This was the same hospital with the same team of doctors that my Mom had when she had her transplant. When the doctors all remembered her and her transplant, we knew we weren’t just a number and that we are in good hands.

The morning of our transplants, almost one year after getting married, my Dad, my Mom and my sister came to pick up my husband and me to take us to the hospital. My husband’s parents followed us. It was hard knowing our lives were about to change forever. My husband was called in first to be prepped and have surgery first. I remember going in to see him before his surgery and just sobbing that if he wanted to back out, it was OK and that we could just go home and I would wait for a kidney. He told me no, and that he was doing this for me and for our family. He tried to make me laugh with the silly hairnet he was wearing, but I couldn’t help but cry. My husband was about to sacrifice his life and it was all for me. That is the kind of love that every girl dreams of, but just not quite like this.

As I sat in the waiting room with my Mom on one side and my mother-in-law on the other side of me staring at the screen with updates on where my husband was, those minutes felt like an eternity. They both kept telling me to stop looking at the screen and that everything was going to be fine. Well, they were right. When I went in for surgery, all I asked was to see my husband as soon as it was over. I wanted to make sure he was OK. I woke up in the recovery room and my Mom was standing over me and holding my hand. I asked to see my husband and sure enough, they wheeled my bed over to his where he was awake and waiting to go to his room. I was so relieved to see him and so happy that we were both OK.

The next morning when I woke up, I was on a mission to see my husband. They had put us on opposite sides of the floor so we would get up and go see each other. My mom pushed my IV cart as we slowly walked over to his room. When I got to the doorway, he said “Oh man, you’re up and walking already?” It made me laugh and that was when I felt the pain of the transplant. We joke that he made me laugh so hard it hurt. We spent our first wedding anniversary recovering from our transplant. My husband’s kidney is the greatest gift I will ever receive. He gave me a second chance at life and for that, I will be eternally grateful. He is not only my husband, but he is my best friend, my soul mate (by every definition of the word), and the father to our beautiful son.

 

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Melissa Christopher
Tinybeans Voices Contributor

My name is Melissa. I am a mom to an incredible 5 year old boy. My husband, my son, and I live in the same town that I grew up in. In those 5 years of being a mom, I have learned a lot about myself and can't wait to share it with you. 

Baby Shark is back! Pinkfong and Round Room Live recently announced the return of Baby Shark Live! to a stage near you.

The live immersive shark-filled experience prematurely shut down last year so if your littles didn’t get a chance to check it out, now they live out their “do, do, do, do, do, doo” dreams. The Baby Shark Live! tour will kick off this June, starting in Texas.

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Stephen Shaw, tour producer and co-president of Round Room Live, said in a press release, “We’re thrilled to bring Baby Shark Live! back to stages across the country. Audiences have been waiting over a year for live entertainment to responsibly return and while we plan to continue offering memorable experiences for the entire family, our priority is to keep everyone safe and protected by working with venue and health officials in every city.”

As of now that live show dates include:

Tues., Jun. 1 – Comerica Center – Frisco, TX

Wed., Jun. 2 – H-E-B Center – Cedar Park, TX

Thu., Jun. 3 – Ford Arena – Beaumont, TX

Fri., Jun. 4 – Stride Bank Center – Enid, OK

Sat., Jun. 5 – Ralston Arena – Ralston, NE

Sun., Jun. 6 – Stormont Vail Events Center – Topeka, KS

Mon., Jun. 7 – Alliant Energy PowerHouse – Cedar Rapids, IA

Wed., Jun. 9 – First Interstate Arena – Billings, MT

Thu., Jun. 10 – Bismarck Event Center Arena – Bismarck, ND

Fri., Jun. 11 – Scheels Arena – Fargo, ND

Sat., Jun. 12 – Fine Arts Theatre – Rapid City, SD

Sun., Jun. 13 – Tyson Events Center – Sioux City, IA

Tues., Jun. 15 – Tony’s Pizza Event Center – Salina, KS

Wed., Jun. 16 – Family Arena – St. Charles, MO

Thu., Jun. 17 – BancorpSouth Arena – Tupelo, MS

Fri., Jun. 18 – Knoxville Civic Coliseum – Knoxville, TN

Sat., Jun. 19 – Pensacola Bay Center – Pensacola, FL

Sun., Jun. 20 – James Brown Arena – Augusta, GA

Tues., Jun. 22 – Martin Luther King, Jr. Arena – Savannah, GA

Wed., Jun. 23 – Von Braun Center – Huntsville, AL

Fri., Jun. 25 – Moran Theatre – Jacksonville, FL

Sat., Jun, 26 – Ruth Eckerd Hall – Clearwater, FL

Sun., Jun. 27 – Hertz Arena – Fort Myers, FL

Mon., Jun. 28 – Silver Spurs Arena – Kissimmee, FL

 

All dates are subject to change. Visit the show’s website here to buy your tickets!

—Erica Loop

Featured photo courtesy of Businesswire

 

Photo: Vesna Mitrevska

I’ll sit with you in the dark. Waiting for others to believe you. Waiting for insurance approvals. Waiting for evaluations. Always waiting to hear what you already know.

I’ll sit with you in the dark when you feel alone. When others tell you they’ll pray for you. When they tell you stories of how they know someone who knows someone. When they tell you that God gives special kids to special people. When they tell you, “But they’re so cute” or “They’re so smart” —like it’s a constellation prize.

I’ll sit with you in the dark when friends and family slowly drop off when things get harder. They’re “There for you” until they aren’t. Because the reality is too hard for them to grasp so it becomes only your burden to bear.

I’ll sit with you in the dark when you’re so tired of speaking and not being heard. When you repeat yourself into a void and then you’re told “You never said that.” When you cry yourself to sleep every night and no one even notices—I do, because I am you.

I’ll sit with you in the dark when other’s don’t know how dark the dark can be. When you pretend everything is fine when it’s far from it. When you fight for services. When you fight the school system. When you fight your own family who refuse to see things for what they actually are.

I’ll sit with you in the dark when the cuteness starts to wear off. When things that were shrugged off as, “All kids do that” and become, “Why does your kid do that?” I’ll sit with you in the dark when you start to drown yourself in wine and food and try to sleep as much as you can so you don’t have to think.

I know this happens. I know because it all happened to me, and I don’t want it to happen to anyone else. I’ll sit with you in the dark when the sadness of, “Why my kid?” slowly turns to the anger of, “Why not my kid?” and you realize how important inclusion and acceptance are.

You are not alone, ever, even in the dark.

 

Vesna is a 37 year old single mom to two little autistic boys, a pharmacist, and likes to share her love of make up in her spare time. 

mom and son in a field

Photo: Laney Photography

About two years ago my son and I were waiting in line at Walmart. He was sitting in the cart happily flapping and stimming as we waited. A lady, waiting in line behind us, started talking to him. When he didn’t respond I explained to her that he was non-verbal and on the autism spectrum. She immediately proceeded to thank me and tell me how great it was that I wasn’t ashamed to bring him out and about in the community.

I will never be ashamed that my son has autism. It’s one of the many parts of him that contribute to making him the amazing little boy that I love and adore.

No one could ever take over the space in my heart that he fills with his spins, squeals, smiles, jokes, and flaps. These things are mixed in amongst deep love, hope, and faith.

There is no room for shame here.

I’m not ashamed of autism and you shouldn’t be either because it’s not about a diagnosis.

It’s about the person.

My son brings so much more to this world than autism. He is smart, funny, charming, handsome, witty, kind, brave, loving.

I would hate for anyone to miss out on the positive bright light that he shines because they are consumed by the negatives.

Don’t miss out on something that could be amazing just because it could also be difficult.

Autism may look hard and challenging on the outside but he lives it every day from within.

Why would I punish him with shame for a life circumstance that he has absolutely no control over?

I will always take my son into the community. I will always encourage and support him. I will always hope for progress for him. I will always advocate for him. I will always walk beside him. I will always be his dance partner even when there is no music. I will always ensure that he is treated with respect and dignity because he is a human being and deserves to be treated as such.

As I watch this bright, brave boy climb mountains and shatter all the naysayers, I feel nothing but pride and gratitude because he’s mine and I am blessed beyond measure to be his Mama.

 

This post originally appeared on Stalen’s Way Facebook page.

I am a proud wife, ASD Mom, Step-Mom. At 21 months, my son was diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder. He is 5 years old and non-verbal. I have become a full-time stay-at-home mom. I am 1000% focused on raising autism awareness and helping my son live a full and fun life. 

Photo: Ali Flynn

This is how I look during most days of quarantine. Are you digging the crazy bun and no makeup?

Well, as crazy as this messy bun looks, and I’m not sure why it always flops to the side, it is a blessing.

A symbol of renewal and change.

I used to be, like so many of us, the one running all over the place, all of the time and it was never-ending and downright exhausting.

To be honest though, most days I was simply running in circles.

Running from being bored. Running from not feeling grounded. Running from going through the motions.

But now, I’m lucky if I get out of my pajamas before noon on most days and it’s not because I’m sleeping. 

Just the opposite, I’m present.

I’m present and not rushing out of the side door forgetting where my keys are.

I’m present and able to listen fully to each story the girls have to share, rather than rushing out to pick up the last-minute item I need for dinner.

I’m present, fully present, often waiting for them.

I’m talking with the girls over a cup of tea, not rushing, as they pop down to the kitchen to see me between classes online.

I’m making egg sandwiches and making sure it has a dash of love—not rushing.

I’m driving in the car, blasting our favorite songs and belting out the lyrics (most of them wrong)—not rushing.

And you know what? I’m okay with it.

I’m okay not rushing around and I’m okay sometimes being bored. Because I have gained so much more by not rushing.

It doesn’t mean I’m lazy.

It doesn’t mean I’m unmotivated.

It doesn’t mean I don’t want to try.

It just means I have accepted this slowed-down life and pace for what it is. A way to slow down and finally implement all we so desperately craved one year ago. For me, there is a silver lining to the pandemic. I was finally able to find some calm, some peace.

I was finally able to allow relaxation to seep into every pore of my body.

So the new me, with the weird side bun, no makeup, and a smile on my face, can be found planted in the kitchen or on the couch waiting for the girls to hang out and chat. 

Maybe it’s a heart-to-heart, maybe just a quick laugh over something they saw online, or maybe we simply sit, with nowhere to go and embrace the moment.

Whatever it is, I’ll be here, not rushing. 

Rushing. It is truly is over-rated.

This post originally appeared on Hang in there mama.

 

 

Ali Flynn Is excited to share with you the joys and hardships of motherhood with an open heart, laughter and some tears. Ali is a monthly guest contributor for Westchester County Mom  and has been seen on Filter Free Parents, Grown and Flown, Today Parents and Her View From Home.

My phone is no longer mine. Has this happened to anyone else? Perhaps this is how my own mother felt when she picked up the wall-mounted phone with the cord that could reach any room in the house, only to hear my voice chatting away with a friend. Remember those days? When we all shared one home phone? As a child, I would frequently visit a friend whose mother lived on her phone. I would wait and wait to make a call to my parents to ask for a ride home. These days, as a ten-year-old, I would probably have my own cell phone. I would text my mom and Uber home. Sadly, even though I am now a woman who is far closer to 40 than to 30, I am still waiting to use the phone.

This phenomenon of gradual takeover is not limited to my phone, and I am convinced that it is not limited to me. Quick poll – how many of you have lost one of the following to your child…or pet…or partner (comment on the post below):

  • Bathroom privacy
  • Hairbrush
  • Kitchen (now in near-fulltime use by one of your children intent on becoming a sous chef by age 10)
  • Bedroom privacy
  • Bed
  • Hidden candy stash (surely I am not the only one with this, right? Help a girl out here!)

But until recently, my phone was sacrosanct. My island in a sea of concessions. The home of my Instagram account, my text messages, and my contacts. My husband and I are Gen Xers floundering our way through a world filled with TikTok, Snapchat, and Twitter (we have accounts on none of these). We adore our screens and simultaneously despise them. They allow us to reach the world, but they also allow the world to reach us. We have tried to comb through as much of the latest parenting advice and pediatric research available on the use of screens by young children. After these sessions, we leave convinced that children both need their own phone and should never be allowed to use their own phone. Definitely not in their bedroom, not without filters, not after 10 pm, not unsupervised, not with anyone we do not know. And yet, having a phone builds independence, resilience, and technological savvy. Our heads spin.

Grasping at any kind of number, we settled on age 13 as a good age to bestow these technological wonders upon our progeny. I know – gasp! – how could they possibly wait that long?! What kind of parents ARE they? This post is not intended to be an essay on the benefits of “waiting till 8” (as in eighth grade) or any other program for managing children’s screen time. I tell you this number only to explain that none of our children have a phone because none of them are 13…yet. However, the age restriction has not stopped them from using my phone ALL. THE. TIME.

It began with daily SportsCenter checks, courtesy of our oldest. It followed with text messages and phone calls from the friends of our two oldest children. And then, the COVID-19 pandemic hit. The world changed, and so did my phone. While on lockdown, my phone acquired Zoom, Duo, Meet, Marco Polo, and countless other apps that allowed my children to connect with their friends. All of our family, my husband and I included, were longing for meaningful connections with friends. So, I arranged Zoom meetings for my kids, then my phone began to disappear for hours as they shared Marco Polo videos back and forth with their friends. Just last week, a FaceTime call came through on my phone. I was excited. Then I answered. “Hello, Mrs. Morris, we wanted to FaceTime [(our son)] while we all played Fortnite.” Sigh.

Even though my teeth grind and I am frequently exasperated because my phone has “walked off” again, my heart is ultimately full. My kids and I are sharing. We are learning to co-exist, to set boundaries, and to think of each other first. Because of my phone, I am involved in my kids’ lives. I know their friends and their habits, their favorite apps and which photos they have taken. Sharing my phone may be difficult, but it is rewarding; it builds another layer of connection between us.

Tomorrow, when my notifications pop up with yet another Polo from “sisters4ever,” my heart will smile as I hand my phone to my pre-teen daughter. I am sharing the phone with my family, 2020 st‌yle.

Scientist by training, lover of books and writing and learning by nature. Wife to a talented husband, mom of three children. Proud to call the Rocket City home (Huntsville, Alabama). Pursuing my love of creative writing by writing about everything from school buses to the latest in pandemic schooling.

Mandy Moore is a mom! The actress recently announced the birth of her son with musician hubby ≈ in a sweet Instagram post.

In September, Moore announced her baby joy news, posting an IG pic of Goldsmith cradling her belly bump. She captioned the IG reveal, ” Baby Boy Goldsmith coming early 2021.”

It looks like “Baby Boy Goldsmith” was already listening to his mama—making his grand debut in “early 2021.” The This Is Us star shared, “Our sweet boy, August Harrison Goldsmith. He was punctual and arrived right on his due date, much to the delight of his parents.”

Moore added a sentiment many new moms and dads feel, “We were prepared to fall in love in all sorts of brand new ways, but it goes beyond anything we could have ever imagined.”

Just four short days ago, the mama-to-be seemed ready to jump into motherhood ASAP, writing on IG, “Still waiting for this little man to make an appearance (seriously the waiting and anticipation is almost too much- I kid). Anytime you’re ready, sir.”

It looks like the wait is over for Moore and Goldsmith. Congrats went out to the happy couple, via IG, from celebs such as Kiernan Shipka, Kimberly Williams Paisley, Brooklyn Decker, and Jenna Fisher.

—Erica Loop

Featured photo: DFree via Shutterstock

 

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Celebrate St. Patrick’s Day in a very special way with Lucky Charms-themed Crocs Jibbitz. These awesome accessories provide the perfect way to adorn your child’s fave pair of shoes with some holiday flair.

Your kiddo’s classic Crocs have 13 holes in the top—and each one is just waiting for some serious decor. Enter Crocs Jibbitz. These handy little charms are easy to put on and take off, giving your child the chance to decorate, re-decorate, and re-decorate again.

photo courtesy of Lucky Charms

What better to adorn your kid’s Crocs with than a “lucky charm.” Lucky Charms Jibbitz charms feature the beloved brand’s marshmallow shapes: Orange shooting stars, rainbows, unicorns, clovers, and blue moons. The Jibbitz line also includes a special Lucky Charms charm that looks just like the logo on the brand’s box. Your child can mix and match the Jibbitz, creating their own individual cool Crocs look!

The lucky line of Crocs Jibbitz is available starting Mar. 1, just in time for St. Patrick’s Day! Find these cool Crocs accessories on Crocs.com and in select Crocs retail stores.

—Erica Loop

 

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