Comparison

This past Saturday, Pete and I went to see The Nutcracker downtown. It was the second time this year that we've seen it. Remember? I told you about the last time. I love going to the theater with Pete. She's the best! It was rainy and cold, and all the way from the parking deck to the theater (4 blocks?), she talked about how she wished there was a taxi we could take, but she was a trooper and we made it. When we got there the Sugar Plum Fairy was set up taking pictures with people for $15. I totally would have paid that (exorbitant) price to let Pete have her picture taken with the Very Pretty Fairy, but she didn't ask. But she told Husbandguy later that she wanted to...

So last time, the dancers were better. There was way less looking-out-of-place that time, but this time the interpretation of the story was better, humor-full but not quite so silly, and the staging and costumes were beautiful, which I think, at least as far as the staging goes, has a little to do with the sets and lighting being permanent and not in a high school gym. Also, this time, the music was live. That was wonderful! And a little distracting because every time something interesting happened (singers, the harp, etc.), I found myself watching the musicians and not the dancers. And the audience was better. Less clapping at random times. Although Pete and I were both annoyed by them clapping along during the "jumping candy canes." And they did give a standing ovation at the end, which Pete and I used to gather our coats and umbrellas.

It was a very nice time, though. Even with the cold, rainy weather. And it takes a certain kind of kindergartner to not get bored about halfway through the second act (all the action is in the first act - the second is just dancing). My Pete's not one of those kinds of kids yet. But she lasted much longer than the little girls in front of us, and when she got bored she just asked how much longer one time and then waited patiently until it was finished. And she said she enjoyed it. Again. And wants to go back. Again.

Who Do You Love?

Kay. Here's the thing. Contrary to what Husbandguy thinks, I don't spend every waking minute "surfing the web." But I do have a couple of sites I like to visit every day. They make me laugh and say, "Oh no!" and sometimes they even make me feel cool. Just because I read them. And DH will tell you that is hard to do. Make me feel cool. Although he'd say it's because I'm not. Cool. I think I've gotten off track...

My #1, check-it-everyday-even-on-Sunday: Princess Sparklepants. Duh, right? She's the reason I blog. She's the reason I looked up what "blog" meant. Who even knew there was this thing out there that would make it possible for me to brag on my kids to anyone who would read it at any time, day or night? She's a funny cookie. I'm glad we found each other again. How weird was it that we weren't friends for, like, forever? And she even admitted that when we met, she thought I was cooler than she was (PSP: I'll totally take that out if you want me to), which is what I thought about her too. Her blog is full of interesting characters - adorable children, neurotic co-workers (I'm on the edge of my seat about this DADT thing), lovable friends...

Also, I enjoy reading these other blogs: Order Envy and Mean Girls Need Not Apply. They make me happy. I forget how I found them, but I'm glad I did.

I Haven't Forgotten

I have something to do at Lulu's school right now and then I'll tell you who I love.

Meet me in the library after lunch...

Note to Self:

December 14, 2007

The Cutest Thundercloud EVER

Last night, Husbandguy gave Lulu a little bite of his eclair. She didn't like it (weirdo!), and she made it clear with a "Yuck!" face. I told her she could spit it out onto her plate because that's not gross if it's just you and your family and everyone knows it's happening and she was really unhappy with it in her mouth. After she spit it out, though, she gave DH the best look. Her little eyebrows were pursed together in a Terrible Glare and her little mouth was a tiny, angry bow. Her face absolutely said, "How dare you feed me something so disgusting!" Our Tiny Tyrant! She found it hard to maintain, though, when DH and I laughed. Even though she tried.

Eggnog Bread

I promised you a picture. Remember? Isn't it pretty? It's yummy too.

LL Gets It... Sort of...

The other day I was cleaning around the house (nuh-huh! I was! For real!!), and I was carrying a grocery bag that had trash in it, and I realized that Lulu was following me around, and she was saying, "Present! Open it! Open it!" I don't know if she thought the trash bag was a present, but clearly she knows what to do with a present (you know, if you want to send her something...).

And also, we got a box from Big Brother and his family, and as soon as we brought it in from the porch she started asking to have it opened. "Open it! Open it!" When I told her I'd need the scissors to open it, she went off in search of scissors (don't worry - she can't reach them).

I think Christmas morning might be kind of interesting.

But then I've been surprised by my kids before...

Smoking Weather

See. I used to be a smoker. Sort of. I wasn't ever a really heavy smoker, and never had much trouble giving it up so maybe I wasn't really a smoker, but I used to smoke. Now I don't want to smoke anymore. In addition to being really bad for you in general (sorry, PSP, I'm not trying to be preachy - you make your own choices), it is especially bad for your nervous system, and I don't think my nervous system needs any more help being damaged. But sometimes, just sometimes, the weather is exactly perfect smoking weather and I almost wish I still smoked just so I'd have an excuse to sit outside. I know I could actually just sit outside, but somehow it doesn't seem like it would be the same without a cigarette interfering with the cool, fresh, clean air I would be breathing. You know? Last night was one of those nights. That's just wrong in December. It should be too cold to want to sit outside when there are just 2 more weeks until Christmas!

What to Say... What to Say...

Yeah. I got nothing. I used to do "Pete Says:" on Tuesday, but she's been sick and hasn't said much of anything recently. This morning she reminded me that one of Lulu's boots was in her (Pete's) room without being asked, which I had forgotten. That was helpful...

My resignation from the PTA has been accepted by both the President and VP. I think I've made it clear that I still want to help but someone else is going to have to do all the planning, etc. And I'm pushing for a new committee that I think I would be a good leader for. Even if it was just me on the committee. They haven't told me what they think, though. I have lots of good ideas. Maybe I'll write a formal proposal...

Oh and also, I totally left this house this morning without my wallet or my phone. It worked out okay, though, as I was only going for coffee with some moms and a dad and the principal and didn't have any trouble between here and there. This coffee was for the parents from Pete's class, but the principal does one every month for a different class and I get to be the hostess at all of them. It's cool. That's a job I'm keeping from the PTA. I might even do it next year if they'll let me.

Thought for the Day

Husbandguy and I should not do The Amazing Race together.