Less than a week to go...

Pretty much the best show ever created. Can't wait for it to start. I am watching YouTube videos to prep myself for the excitement.

I had a panic moment today where I thought "What if Wade Robson isn't on this season?!?!?!"

But surely the producers understand that it would no longer be So You Think You Can Dance without him. I mean, what would we do without routines like this?!

If you have a few minutes....

Have you seen this movie?



If not, go rent it right now. Anyway- the moment in the movie that he realizes he might lose his wife and unborn child, a Kate Bush song plays. This Woman's Work. Holy beautiful. This song is just so darn cool, but I happen to be not too fond of Kate's voice. She's like Bob Dylan- a writer...not a singer.

Anyway- this was already posted on my Facebook page, but I will share it here, too. That's how obsessed I am with this girl's voice and this group. I just can't stop listening to them. I think they are so unique and fun. It's a crappy recording, but I still love it!

I hope someone will get as much enjoyment from this as I did.



On another funny note, Nathan and I went to Scottsdale to enjoy a concert in the park with Erin and Baby T. While playing on the playground, Nathan overheard two little girls (between 9 and 11) talking about another little girl's outfit and one of them said "Ohh. I like that. I think it's Chanel."

Yep. That's Scottsdale. Lol. Sorry Erin.

Chasing The Clouds Away.....

My friend Shelley got free tickets to Sesame Street Live. Her little girl, Alex, is the same age as Hazel and they love each other (sometimes).

Hazel and I talked beforehand about what this performance was. She has never been to anything like that, and it was kind of hard to explain. She asked if it was going to be at a movie theater and I said "No- it's the real characters from Sesame Street dancing on a stage." She thought about that for a while and then said "You mean there are people wearing costumes from Sesame Street?" She's always one step ahead of the game.

I had no idea what she would think of it. She was excited when we walked into the theater and saw them dancing on the stage. Then we were led to our seats.....three rows from the stage. She got quieter and quieter the closer we got. She sat down and assumed a timid position of uncertainty:

Almost immediately, this girl:

got reaaalllly close and was touching children close by. Hazel freaked out just a bit and didn't completely let her guard down for the rest of the show. Even when the girl wandered away, she continued to look around the theater and ask every couple of minutes "Where's the girl with the blue headband?" And I don't mean in an excited way...I mean in a preparing for danger way. She would lean towards me and look around anxiously as if she thought headband girl would jump out from behind her at any moment.

Everyone got a little more comfortable as the show went on. Hazel would relax and actually let go of the armrest for a moment, and then some other character would creep over and she would resume the lean and clench position.

But in her defense, wouldn't you be slightly worried if this glob of fuzzy spasticness was towering inches from your personal space?

Luckily Mommy was there to keep her safe.

I loved seeing their precious little entranced faces.

Even Shelley was too spellbound to pose for a picture.

Then Hazel got pregnant. No, seriously....what's up with her shirt in this picture?

Thanks to the amazing lighting technicians (whatever they are called), it even rained on stage! Pure magic.

But not near as magic as the cotton candy. Hazel didn't want her hands to get sticky, so she just dove right in with her teeth.

All in all, she was a happy camper and enjoyed the show.

However, here are a couple of videos that cracked me up. This was toward the end of the show when she was a little less leery of the performers. She was dancing and enjoying the music, but in the second video, you will see that The Count got a little too close for comfort. She practically dove towards me and clung to my arm with fear.

These girls are so funny. At the sitter's, they are inseperable. They talk about each other at home. But when we finally get them together (away from their normal meeting place), they will barely make eye contact. It's so weird. Here is the one brief moment that they touched each other.

But when I tried to get a better picture outside, they wouldn't even stand close to each other. Funny girls.

Thanks Shelley and Alex for making our day so memorable!

Country Club Ward's Got Talent

We had a talent show for our combined activity last Tuesday. I was SO impressed with everyone- especially since I practically forced them all to sign up. We did have a LOT of people not show up, and a couple backed out at the last minute, but for the most part everybody got up on that stage and did something, and they were all really good!

We had a skateboard performance, spray paint art, raps, piano, sculpting, guitars and singers, carwheels, a trumpet, bells, and other things I'm sure I'm forgetting. This WONDERFUL couple (the Tanners) brought all our necessary equipment and practically ran the whole show for us! What lifesavers they were! Without them, it would have been even more unorganized. I really had no idea what I was doing.

Anyway- I'm so sad Cynthia got around to posting this before me, but I have a whole different audience, so I am going to post it as well. Not to play favorites, but these two girls wrote an original rap and I just thought it was so hilarious, I had to share. Presenting Melanie and Rachel....enjoy:

Photo and video editing at www.OneTrueMedia.com

Deja Vu

While working today, there was an open window through which I could hear the screams of a wild monkey. Then I thought "Wait a minute. I'm not in South America. Why is there a wild monkey outside?" so I went outside to check it out. This sweet little quail couple was sitting right outside the door. When I opened the door, they bolted and their noises changed to soft yips.

As most of you know, I am a lover of all God's creatures (*disclaimer* I firmly believe that Satan created pigeons and spiders). I whipped my phone out to take a picture of the loving couple. Then I heard a rustling in the bushes next to me and realized that there was a nest full of babies that Mom and Dad were warning with their calls. So I did what any animal lover would do and kicked the bush a couple of times so I could scare them out and get another picture. I swear there's a baby there. It's right in the corner and looks like a pile of spotted pebbles.

It brought to mind an experience I had circa six years ago. Our home in GA was across from a new neighborhood that was being plotted out for future building. It was basically trees and REALLY tall grass and some stacks of building materials. Nathan and I took a walk down said street one day and came across these:

Aren't they precious? I thought "Awwwww- baby ducks! There's no water around here! Where did they come from? Poor things. I will follow them and catch them and cuddle with them." A perfectly reasonable thought, no? I didn't stop to wonder why these ducklings had such long legs.

Let me tell you....you don't know fear until a wild mama turkey hen raises up out of the tall grass beside you and displays her five foot wingspan in an obvious threat to your life.

Recalling this encounter made me feel a wee bit of detestation for these quail. I mean, sure, they clucked and yelped to warn their babies of danger, but they ran away! And I'm talkin' FAR away. The closer I got to the nest, the further mom and dad ran. How sad is that? What makes one bird fiercly protective of her young and the other so self-serving? Any thoughts? Give it to me Cyndi- I know you will have some thoughts. ;)

Other People's Stories....

I was complaining to a friend about Hazel's horrible sleep issues. The night before she had been up 5 or 6 times and I was feeling like a zombie. Before you all give unsolicited advice, we have tried almost everything, so just let it be. ;)

Anyway, my friend told me that when she was little she shared a room with three other siblings and she was still sleeping in a crib at the age of four becuase there was nowhere else for her to sleep. So one night she was throwing a fit about sleeping and her mother finally got fed up and crawled into the crib with her. The crib obviously collapsed.

I laughed hysterically at this story because I can SO relate to that poor mother's frustration. It's the middle of the night and you are SO tired that you can't even think straight and you will do just about anything to get that child to SHUT UP! It's just funny that we all share similar stories even when we feel like there is no one out there who understands our troubles.

Nuts...

Today, Owen flopped himself onto his bed. Unbeknownst to him, there was a rock solid (possibly made of iron) antique piggy bank on his bed and he slammed the back of his head on it.

He cried, I comforted, we moved on and thought nothing of it.

Then, tonight when I was giving him a bath, he screamed when I washed his hair. Then he screamed again when I dried his hair with the towel. I finally looked at the back of his head and he totally had a big gash there! Crusty blood mingled with fresh blood (not to mention the size and crookedness of the gash) got me a little worried.

Anyway-as I was inspecting the wound, Hazel was leaning over his head and making sympathetic noises. Clicking her tongue, sucking air through her teeth, etc. Then she said in a really sad, worried voice:

"Oooohhhhh...I can see his nuts inside his head!"

Adaptation...

I guess when the only person you have to play with is your big brother (or your little sister), you are willing to adapt your familiar imaginings to the liking of your playmate.

Owen and Hazel were in the bathtub tonight and the only toys that had been left in there from the previous bath were princesses. So after a few minutes, I heard this coming from the bathroom:

Owen: *explosion noises and gunfire*

Hazel: "No! Run, Ariel!" "Okay, Belle"

Owen: "Cinderella's going to kill you!"

Whatever makes them play nicely together is fine by me.