Disney Princesses, sorted by Hogwarts Houses

Bear meeting Belle for the first time and talking about her lovely fireplace.“Hi, Princess!”
I was recently watching The Little Mermaid, and had a sudden realization.  I quickly texted a few friends to poll them on the idea, and they immediately agreed, 100%:




Ariel is a Slytherin.

That’s right, 90’s kids, eat it up.  Your favorite red-head isn’t the happy-go-lucky Hufflepuff you may have thought her to be.
Let us direct you to her personality: rebellious(going to the surface), uncaring if her actions hurt those she cares for(missing the concert-she cares more that “my father is gonna kill me!” than that she ruined the hilight of Sebastian’s career and embarrassed King Triton).
Ariel is fully willing to dabble in the dark arts in order to seduce a man she knows almost nothing about, with a witch who has some dark history with her father bad enough to get her banished and exiled from court forever.  Oh, and who has a forest of withered merpeople as a welcome mat.
And after all that… Ariel gets her way.  Through deceit, dark magic, and not caring about her family one bit.  She is sly and determined, and nothing can stop her.
Total Slytherin.

This realization got me thinking… what could the houses of the other Disney Princesses possibly be? Plus, I’ve been inspired by another blogger who liked to sort Jane Austin characters into Hogwarts houses, so I figured, why not?  So without further ado, here are a few more of the Princess’ sorted into the Hogwarts houses.

Belle: Gryffindor!

You may think your favorite bookworm would make the cut for Ravenclaw, but (surprise surprise!) the Sorting Hat says Gryffindor!  Sure, she’s got her nose stuck in a book at nearly every moment she can manage, but there is so much more to this princess than what’s on the surface.
Upon realizing her father has been captured by a hideous beast and will be kept until his death, Belle immediately sacrifices her own freedom for her father’s, despite his adamant protests.  She is brave enough to try to correct the beast when he first offers her a bedroom, saying that she thought she was supposed to stay in the dungeon tower, hard-headed enough to say “no” to his commands, and noble enough to return to her promise of imprisonment as repayment for Beast saving her from the wolves… not to mention kindly patching him up and making sure his paw didn’t get infected.

(And for you naysayers who think our bookish heroine should still be Ravenclaw, I give you exhibit A: Hermione Granger.)

Cinderella: Hufflepuff!

She’s loyal to a fault, remaining with her father’s new family even after his death.  Granted, during Cinderella’s time, I imagine a woman in her place wouldn’t have too much of a choice in the matter, but this girl does it with a grace and kindness most of us couldn’t muster in the face of Lady Tremaine and the two step-sisters.  She’s a hard worker, dedicated to her family home, and patient as a Saint.  Helga Hufflepuff would be proud.

Pocahontas: Ravenclaw!

Yes, our girl is brave enough for Gryffindor, but Ravenclaw is marked by those who are wise and seek out new knowledge and understanding.  When newcomers invaded her home, Pocahontas didn’t attack or retaliate in fear or a show of strength, but sought to learn about these new people and their strange ways.  (Though I’m sure the handsome singing explorer helped pique her curiosity as well.) Always striving to find her right path and do the right thing for all people, Pocahontas proudly wears blue.

Jasmine: Gryffindor!

This was a close call between Slytherin and Gryffindor.  Princess Jasmine is determined to get what she wants, is firm in her decision making, and doesn’t take crap from anyone.  So what tipped the scales?  The fact that she doesn’t toss others aside to get what she wants.  Yes, she may have run away from home, but she didn’t go to her father’s worst enemy to do it (Ariel…), she just wanted some experience outside of her palace upbringing, and a chance at escaping a forced marriage.  Can you blame a girl?  She may be determined, but she’s not willing to do quite anything to get what she wants.  So… Gryffindor.

That’s all I’ve got so far!  If you have any Princesses you’d like sorted (or an opinion different from mine about the above princesses) drop me a line in the comments!  I love geeky personality conversations.

Art, Uncategorized

‘Tis (not quite yet) the season… handmaking Christmas cards with a toddler 

Hi everyone! Now that Thanksgiving has passed, I feel like everyone is preemptively ready for Christmas. Don’t get me wrong, I already have my Christmas CDs in the car, and I love hearing Little Bear talking about the “Christmas lights! Christmas trees!” whenever we pass the neighbors’ pretty outdoor displays.   My husband could tell you, he has to reel me in on Christmas decorating and music until Advent, because if it were up to me I’d have garlands in every room and stockings hung with care before Santa appears at the end of the Macy’s parade. 

But I do try to hold off on my decorating until the first week of Advent, and now that Little Bear is picking up soooo much soooo fast, I’m sticking to holding off on the decorating until it’s time for the Advent wreath to appear. So I’ve been contenting myself by making our Christmas cards early this year. 

I’ve handmade our cards one other year, when Little Bear was first born (apparently I have a thing for taking on big art projects when I have an infant), and I do now remember why I said I wouldn’t handmake cards again.  But I had a box full of cardstock and matching envelopes from my mom’s old rubber stamping days, and for the sake of the budget I couldn’t resist!

I wanted to give it an extra-special touch by having Little Bear help, so to start I got out some red and green construction paper and shimmery markers. 

Side note, give a toddler shiny markers and he will quickly discover that it’s fun to have entirely shiny hands.  Thank goodness for washable markers!

The artist busy at work

Of course, Heidi-dog supervised the entire operation. 

When the papers were beautifully scribbled and everyone’s hands scrubbed clean, I cut the paper into triangles of various sizes, and the cardstock into the right size for the envelopes. With the help of my trusty glue stick and some marker artwork of my own, I soon had Christmas tree cards ready to fill out! 

I’m still working on the longest part, filling out the cards and all of the addressing, but writing letters is a soothing task for me and I love thinning out what to write to each particular person I’m sending the cards to… an extra-special task when the cards are fully blank inside! 

I’m not gonna lie, making Christmas cards this way-especially with kids-is tough. I used to be able to do big projects like this in a day or so, back before kids, but this time it’s taken me over two weeks, and I still have to finish writing in the cards.  But I love having Bear take part in the project, and giving that personal touch to the annual card send-off, so even though it is frustrating to me that I can’t finish in one sitting, I’m so happy that I got to incorporate myself and my son into these cards.  And until this Sunday this is the one Christmasy task I have to tide me over.  

Well, that and a whole lot of Amy Grant’s and Frank Sinatra’s Christmas songs.   


Tiny Joys: Vol. 5

Sweet baby snuggles while the toddler gets some playtime with Daddy.

My view from here…


Tiny Joys, Vol. 4

Watching my son discover new ways to play with his toys, how to build with blocks, and how to make the new toy car GO GO! 

Plus a Mommy-Son lunch date to celebrate the Feast of the Assumption yesterday.  

Music, Uncategorized

Tuesday Tunes 

What have I been listening to this week? Amid the repeated requests for the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Theme, the Hot Dog Dance, and Paw Patrol, I have managed to get some “Mommy Music” in as well, a la Beauty and the Beast! 

I’ve been digging the soundtrack from the new live-action movie, especially Evermore (confession: I listen to this song repeatedly.  Both the Dan Stevens version and the Josh Groban cover; both are fantastic and wonderfully emotional without being copy-cats of each other). 

If you’re like me and on a too-tight-to-buy-music-budget, good news: YouTube has a playlist of the full soundtrack! You can listen by clickingthe link here.

My faves: 

  • The three prologue tracks 
  • Gaston
  • Days in the Sun
  • Evermore 


What are you listening to this week? Do you have a fave on this album I didn’t mention? Leave a comment and tell me about it! 


Guess who’s coming?


That’s right, baby #2 is on the way!
Current working name: Peanut. (We like to find out and reveal the gender, but hold off on revealing the name until the birth certificate is signed.)

Little Bear seems to know something big is going on.  He occasionally points at my tummy, and seems to be getting extra snuggly.  Maybe he’s figured out his days of fitting on my lap are numbered…

Good thing this kid likes babies!

Oh yeah…

…it’s a BOY!

We are all super excited and can’t wait to meet our new little dude!

Movies, Uncategorized

Moana = Shiny



That darn SHINY song.

Why?  WHY did they make that song?!

In the middle of our first viewing I turned to my husband and asked “So, did David Bowie do this song before he died, or did they bring him back specifically to write it?” Because seriously, that song is full-on, Labyrinth-swamp-scene-headless-bird-weirdness.  And it won’t get out of your head.  Ever.  We keep pulling Marshall Eriksons around the house, singing what we would actually speak to our son with the word “shiny” at the end of the sentence.

Phew, now that I got that off of my chest, I can say that I finally saw Moana….and I love it. (Other than the aforementioned song.) I love it because…

  • The music is addicting; even the background, non-lyrics soundtrack.
  • The Rock can sing, which is cool and actually quite nice to listen to. (Still figuring out how he fit that many tongue-tying syllables into that short of a time, because I’m going to learn it, dangit! #MusicMajorProblems)
  • The animation is phenomenal.  I even noticed the torches people were carrying around, the second time I watched it, and it looks like real fire.
  • I plan on being the kind of grandmother Moana’s Granny is.
  • The chicken ends up being the sidekick, even though he’s almost useless and they make you think it’s gonna be the smart pig.
  • Mythology.  I don’t know how accurate Disney kept it, but I have a long love of all sorts of mythology dating back into my elementary school days.

But most importantly, I love how there are two main themes in Moana, and even though they are somewhat opposing, they work together so well.

Theme one: “You can find happiness right where you are.”

They may have gotten the point across in the main crowd-scene song, but it looks like it takes all of Moana’s growing-up years to finally convince her of this.  She has a longing for more, but she also understands the important role she has to play for her people.  So, she puts aside her personal desires in order for the greater good.

Moana and Spock would agree. 


Even with knowing her grandmother would support her, it takes her island starting to die to take her away from her duty in leading her people.

Theme two: You usually know your calling deep inside yourself, but it might take a LOT of outside prompting to discover and accept it.

You might be saying “Theme two doesn’t oppose theme one.”  And you’d be right…. kind of.

In light of that Moana’s calling is to leave her people and complete a mission larger than her or her duty to her people, then yes, these two themes completely oppose each other in Moana’s case.  She has the duty to fulfill the mission the Ocean has given her, and she has a duty to taking care of her people.

And in the end, she manages to do both: Moana completes her mission, by which her people are saved (I’m guessing, since the lava monster isn’t spoiling the sea and islands anymore), she returns to lead them (symbolized by conch shell on the stack of leadership stones[way to go to ruin the stack for your descendants, Moana!]), and helps her people return to their tradition and calling of being voyagers.

I seriously love this girl.  True to her family, true to her people, true to her calling.  And sassy as all get out.

I also have to say that I love Moana’s mother.  She has such a small part, but it’s so important.  When she realizes Moana is leaving, finally answering the call to leave the island, she doesn’t stop her.  But more importantly, she helps her daughter pack.   She cries as her daughter leaves, she obviously worries once her daughter is gone, but she realizes her daughter is grown and must do what she thinks is best as her people’s leader.

And that’s my stormy night brain dump, as I’m staying up, just waiting to see if any of these tornado watches turn into warnings-yay!  Pray for safety in the southeast, it’s nasty over here.

Did you like Moana?  Did you despise Shiny, or actually like the disco moment?  Have you also been listening to the songs on repeat in your car?  Let me know! 


Attn. WordPress Bloggers!

Quick question for you lovely fellow bloggers out there: If you change your blog name/website address for the blog, do you lose your followers?  

I’m considering a name change, but don’t want to lose my faithful followers.  (All two of you, right?  Hi, mom! Hi, hubby!)

Movies, Uncategorized

If Chirrut were a Catholic lady… aka My ‘Rogue One’ Thoughts (SPOILERS!)

SPOILER ALERT: They successfully steal the Deathstar plans.

My apologies to anyone living under a rock since 1977, but that’s the part of the plot that shaped the entire Star Wars universe, and pretty much fueled Geekdom for the past forty years.

Much like the Star Wars prequels, sequel and that one WTF Christmas special, Rogue One is a mixed bag.  But here’s what I loved: the bag is mixed exactly half-and-half.  Not that I mean it’s a 5/10 stars, because I’d place it closer to a 8/10 on the Housewife Movie Scale.  “Wow,” you’re thinking, “that’s a high rating!”

Yeah, well… the movie earned all eight stars in the second half.  Seriously, at the hour mark, while sitting in the movie theater, I checked my phone and thought “Dear Lord, we’re only an hour in?!”  And then, BAM! The plot turned completely around and became everything I ever wanted in a Star Wars movie.

Last warning about spoilers: This is about stealing the Death Star plans.  And remember, from A New Hope: We never met anyone who helped steal the plans, and it was clear that many rebels died in the process.  So. If you haven’t seen the movie, you’ve been warned.

    I was born in the nineties.  I didn’t get to experience hearing the Star Wars main theme on the big screen, anticipate the silence between “A long time ago…” and the “TA-DA!!! Dum-dee-dee-dum…” that my parents did.  Until last year, when The Force Awakens came out.  That musical moment and title crawl was better than I ever imagined it could be.
    And then, THIS crap.  If you haven’t yet seen Rogue One, you will be heartbroken, like me.  You see the familiar “A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…” and we cut to a space scene.  Bam.  Straight to the action.
    I felt like Sheldon Cooper being handcuffed before finishing the third *knock-knock-knock* “Penny?”
    Directors, editors, anyone involved in this production: bad choice.  Not only was it weird, it was also distracting.  For at least the first 20 minutes, I was thinking about “Why wasn’t there the theme song?  Who should get fired for that?  This isn’t even Star Wars!” instead of paying full attention to the plot.
  2. S-L-O-W
    You can nap through the first half and still get the overall plot.  I truly think that the slow-ness of the film’s first half is because there wasn’t a title crawl.  No title crawl with background of main plot and characters = way too much exposition.  Or maybe it was slow because the writers knew we’d be lamenting the lack of title crawl and inwardly calling them names?  Yeah, that’s got to be it.
  3. Tarkin’s face.
    Look, we all know the original actor died.  That’s okay.  I’d much rather have had a close look-alike wearing a lot of make up and prosthetics than the cheap CGI face they attempted for this movie.  Once again, the creators did something that was  just distracting.  If you’re gonna do a CGI face, you can’t have it look that fake.  #Battlefield1HasBetterAnimation.
  4. Vader is roomies with Sauron.
    Apparently, I’m not the only one who started looking for a giant flaming eye at the top of Vader’s pointy palace.  FYI, that’s not Mordor.  It’s some other lava place.
  5. Blind guy, Machine-Gun-guy, and faith.
    Absolutely my favorite characters.  I had no clue what their names were while watching the films, but I have since used The Google and discovered the blind guy is Chirrut, and machine-gun-guy is Baze.
    Despite not knowing their names until two minutes ago, they are my absolute favorite characters in the film.  I think it’s because of the stark contrast between Chirrut and Baze.  The first believes in the Force, that it flows through him, that it not only allows, but helps him to do good, and that the Force is present and reachable in any situation.  He truly has (pardon the pun) blind faith.
    Baze’s point of view, on the other hand, is much more relatable.  Baze seems to think “If the Force was on our side, our temple wouldn’t have fallen, and the Jedi would still be the peacekeepers.  I’m here for my friend.”

    And since I’m a Catholic nerd, I couldn’t help but think that these are the two kinds of Christians I tend to run into.  The first is kinda nutty, super into their faith, believes that God is on his side no matter what, etc.  Let’s just say that if Chirrut were a Catholic lady, he’d be going to every daily Mass while wearing a veil, chanting The Angelus under his breath ad nausem whilst wielding dual rosaries.  (Okay, not a thing… except in the film Priest.)  But you get the idea: he’s the friend who’s kinda nutty, but you can’t help but love how much faith he has.
    Then there’s Baze.  His kind of believer says “You’re nuts.  What has God done for you?  Yeah, he’s there, but obviously, he doesn’t care if we all burn.”
    And yet Baze sticks by his friend, at first because they had a common faith/purpose, but now out of the loyalty and love that comes from their friendship.
    You can tell that Baze is amused and encouraged by Churrit’s faith in the Force being for him and in him (Through him, with him, and in him, anyone?), even though he gently mocks his friend’s faith.  And yet, there’s something in him that wants Churrit to be right.
    Watching Churrit’s final march through a hailstorm of blaster bolts, Baze’s admission that the Force was with him, and his final stand… I’ll admit, I cried.  I kept thinking about the movie For Greater Glory (which you should totally watch), and Churrit’s chant of   “I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me, and I am one with the Force…” is just like the rote prayers I’ve learned through my own faith formation.  And when Baze’s faith comes back to him, his battle cry is very much a “Viva Cristo Rey!” moment.  And to think, he may have never believed that the Force was with him again without Churrit’s constant reminders, just as we are supposed to encourage our own friends in their times of unbelief!

  6. And then, of course, is the Rebellion itself.  A group of misfits who can barely work together, who (as they admit when joining Jyn)  have done terrible things, but are all willing to die for the sake of saving the galaxy.  Their lives for everyone else to have a chance.  (Martyrs, anyone?  Seriously, the Star Wars ‘verse is one giant Christianity metaphor.)  Going in to the movie, I figured not many of the main characters would make it out alive.  I was right.  And I love them for it.
  7. The seamless transition into A New Hope.  Spectacular.  I don’t even have adequate words for it.  And since I saw the movie just days after Carrie Fisher died, I definitely felt a lot of feels.  *sniffles*

    Obviously, this movie tugged my heartstrings, at least for the last half.  Seriously, once the act of stealing the Death Star plans actually begins, it is just as good as the original trilogy, and at that point, far surpasses any of the other four films made since then.   Watching the movie, I kept thinking back to my childhood, when me and my friends would play Star Wars.  Our bikes were X-Wings, the tire swing was the Millennium Falcon, we all fought over who was Leia (we took turns and made up other girl characters, and I think I was Luke a few times), and we were all misfits, joined up with the Rebels to fight the evil Empire.  Rogue One brought all of that back to me, which is exactly what a Star Wars movie is supposed to do.

    + May the Force be with you.  
    R: And with your spirit. 

    *Sidenote, I personally wouldn’t take super tiny kids to this thing.  Because seriously, almost everybody dies, and it’s really intense.*