Let the Wild Rumpus Start!
As (I hope) most of you know, the title of this blog is an homage to one of the best children’s books out there: Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are. For those of you…er…non-readers…you may recognize the title from Spike Jonze’s most recent movie adaptation, now showing at a theater near you. I was lucky enough to see it with fellow fans in all its IMAX glory last weekend, and I’m happy to say the movie did not disappoint.
My history with this book dates waaayyy back. I was four years old when my older sisters recorded me “reading” it aloud for my mom’s birthday. Being the youngest of four, I’m not sure whether I actually remember doing it, or if I’ve been told the story so many times that it seems like a memory. Either way, I am a lifelong fan. I even began collecting the book in different languages, which now hang proudly next to my dining room table. I have copies in English (of course), German, Italian, Spanish and French. Maybe someday I’ll get all 36.
Last weekend seems like a long time ago now — and my “wild rumpus” is just beginning. Holidays and cookies go together like, well, peanut butter & jelly! So the fun (and crazy hard work) will commence in five…four…three…two…one!






















