Emma and I were invited to go see the Playhouse Disney Show last Sunday and ohhh am I my father’s daughter. After 67 pictures in less than an hour and a half, it was like I was filming a movie only through photos. I hoped the pictures would come out good because it is really hard to look around, raise the camera, focus, take the picture, hide the camera and commence the looking around again. SIXTY-SEVEN pictures taken in less than 90 minutes. . .that’s like a picture a minute!
Emma had a blast! She was singing along with the characters and kept yelling, “HI DONALD!! HI MINNIE!!” at the top of her lungs. We had front row tickets. . .let me explain. Our tickets were for the first row of the auditorium seats vs. the two rows ahead of us that consisted of folding chairs with pads. There was about 10 feet between our seats and the stage and a lot of leg room. The people in the folding chairs were cramped and probably got a neck cramp from looking straight up at the show. Emma wanted some cotton candy and instead of running around like a crazy child hooked on 10 cups of sugar, she laid in my lap and sang. Sugar has that wonderful effect on me too. Comatose like stage occurs when I eat ice cream, cake, etc.
After intermission, Emma got her second wind and was wanting to get closer to the stage so she could hug Mickey Mouse. If you could have only seen her face when some of the Disney characters came on stage. . .priceless. Of course, that’s my really fuzzy, out of focus picture, but Emma did do a reinactment of the moment later for me. And only my daughter who is so well behaved, stops at the snap of my fingers or when I say the words, doesn’t run off when we go places, holds on to the stroller, my wonderful, well behaved daughter ran up to the stage when the show was ending and confetti was falling from the sky like snow on Christmas morning. I think if Emma knew how to climb trees, that stage would have been no match nor would Tigger. The power of a dedicated 3-year-old My Friends Tigger & Pooh fan within reaching distance from her most favorite (for the moment) cartoon. She kept asking me if she could go hug Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Goofy, Daisy, if you were dressed in a giant costume, she wanted to hug you. NOTE TO SELF: When going to Disney World for vacation, buy one of those horrible leashes disguised with a cute and cuddly stuffed animal that you hate so much because there’s an excellent possibility you’ll need it if Emma sees a Disney Princess.
It was a great Mama date and unlike Emma’s Daddy Dates, we didn’t have to eat at Taco Bell. Hope you like the pictures! And yes, that would be Emma jumping and dancing in the aisle like there was no one watching. . .to have that type of bravery and not even know what bravery meant. That’s my little girl.
I’ve been watching my friend’s daughters since November. It was a rough start just with the breastfeeding, staying up really late and then getting up really early, watching to make sure no one hurts themselves or others and then keeping my sanity as I trip over all 483 toys we own. The girls are really good and this is the best form of birth control I’ve ever had. At one point (before I had kids), I wanted four children. Everyday, I have two sets of twins, two that are 3-years-old and two that are 1-years-old. I took a couple of pictures of the rooms in my house and for a clean freak, somewhat obsessive compulsive disordered person, this is hard to look at. This was actually a pretty mild day, the big girls hadn’t played dress up this day! Mom, look away because you won’t be able to handle the pictures you are about to see. But it is amazing what can get cleaned up when Capri Suns and Fruit Snacks are up for negotiation. I learned my lesson though, always check the closet before giving the girls their snacks. They cleaned up everything a little too quickly if you know what I mean. Like clockwork everyday. Ady and Ellie are taking their morning naps and Emma and Emi are getting hungry around 11 o’clock. The power I have over them. . .or the fact they couldn’t reach the fruit snacks in the pantry.
Yes, I know it’s not spelled like that, but when you’re 3-years-old, you raise your arms up and say, “GYN-NASTICS!!” It’s too cute to correct her. Today was another first day of gymnastics. This is Emma’s fourth semester in Ms. Brandi’s class. WE LOVE MS. BRANDI!! I don’t know whether Emma missed the trampoline more or her teacher during the Christmas break. Emi, one of the little girls I watch in the mornings, is in Emma’s gymnastics class and they had so much fun. I messed up last week and thought gymnastics started then, so not only was I 15 minutes early, I was also seven days. Ooops. That’s why the girls are in different outfits (one from this week and one from last) and I took a picture of the girls eating tortillas and queso at Rosa’s during what should have been their gymnastics class last week. Amazing how melted cheese can make children quit crying. . .I’ll have to remember this when Ellie gets older.
After all the waiting, the February issue of Redbook came out!! How cool to see that my story made the cover of a nationally publicated magazine! For anyone that has ever asked why I still went to college even though I was a stay at home Mom, here you go. Doing this article has made me realize what I really want to do with my spare time. I submitted another article for Good Housekeeping Magazine in hopes of becoming a freelance journalist. I want to be somewhat of Carrie off of Sex & the City, but more Sex Leads to Children & the Two Stoplights in the Small Town. So, again, cross your fingers for me and hopefully I’ll hear something in two to three months (that’s how long it will take for a response).
Just when I had given up hope, the Schwan’s Lady came!!! We ran out of the breaded chicken last month and haven’t had a chance to re-order. You would think Schwan’s food is expensive, but if you’re my Dad’s daughter, you would have calculated how much each serving of the particular food you’re wanting to buy is versus the gas to drive into town, not to mention the lunch you would have to eat in town because I’m not crazy enough to have the girls skip their afternoon nap. Plus I would go into Wal-Mart with a list and usually always spend $10-$15 on extras. Yah, the Schwan’s Lady bringing me Breaded Chicken Breast Patties that are $1.16 each versus taking my husband into a Wal-Mart in Amarillo on a Saturday with road rage and hates crowded places, can you figure this one out??? I’ll take 3 1/2-year-old, potty-trained Emma and 1-year-old, diaper wearing Ellie to Wal-Mart over 29-year-old, potty-trained Dustin any day. . .and I think that’s one of the reasons our marriage is so good. I don’t go to gun and knife shows, he doesn’t go to Wal-Mart and craft shows. Marriage. . .it’s all about compromise.
So I am impatiently waiting for the Schwan’s Lady to get here. It’s a wishful thinking because I haven’t ordered in a while and have avoided answering the door because I hate telling her I don’t want to order anything. She’s so nice. I hear the truck!!! No, just a furniture truck. 😦 Looks like chicken tonight, Dustin will be so excited. As for other exciting news, Ellie had her 1-year-old pictures taken yesterday. She had her 11-month-old pictures taken later last month and I didn’t want to do back to back pictures. I was waiting to see if she changed anymore and she did. She cut her nose with her fingernail and she had a binkie rash from keeping it in her mouth all night long the last couple of nights. That’s my kids, picture perfect every time.
As for the Redbook article, it should be coming out any day now. I’m so excited and nervous. I just hope that everything I said wasn’t turned around. The only person that may come off bad would be Jess any way. . .just kidding. . .hopefully?!?. . .okay, I’m kidding. Once we get some more computer paper, I’m going to submit a few more stories I’ve wrote. I figure there’s no harm in trying and somehow I’m one for one on published articles! With watching the girls (four girls: 1-year-old, 1-year-old, 3-years-old and 3-years-old. . .I must be crazy) in the morning, the bow business and then staying on top of everything else, I haven’t had a chance to sit and write. Most of my good work happens around 1:00 a.m. when I used to stay up because of breastfeeding, but there’s something nice about being asleep by 11:00 p.m. Dustin has to work all this weekend, so there’s a chance I’ll get Christmas pictures uploaded. Hope everyone has a good Friday (as I look out the front door one last time)