A Hard Knocked Life

The girls have loved the show, "Annie", for quite some time now (Asher even knows all the songs) and Paul and I said we would take them to it if it ever came in town. We were so excited when we found out it was coming to Kingsbury Hall. Paul so generously got tickets for all of us even though it pretty much blew our movie budget for the year and we all went on Sat. the 12th. It was so much fun! We have both versions (crude Carol Burnett, and not so crude Kathy Bates) of the movies and we are all in agreement that we like the new version(Kathy Bates) better, so we were hoping it would be more like that version. We were quite surprised that there were parts in it that weren't in either movie, but it was excellent! It better have been for the amount of money we spent on it. The girls were very well behaved and we left Asher home with a babysitter so we could enjoy ourselves. Speaking of the babysitter, I can't describe how nice it was to call our neighbor girl and have her just walk across the street on time and then just walk home when we got home. I could really get used to this.  As much as we love our little guy, it was really fun to spend time with just the girls. They loved it so much! They saw that "Wicked" is coming next year and they want to go to that now. We'll see.

Anyway, the funniest thing that happened was a squabble over the seats behind us. Two different groups said they had tickets for the seats and they couldn't get it straightened out, so they got the usher involved and it turns out one group had tickets for the next day. They had read their tickets wrong. I felt bad for them, but it was really funny. Just a little pre-show entertainment.

I forgot my camera, so these are phone pictures, but they'll have to do.

Me and the girls before the show

Claire getting "Annie's" autograph after the show

Claire and Emma with "Annie" after the show. Abbey wouldn't get in the picture.

Global Warming?

So I was complaining today to a friend about how sick I was of the snow and she reminded me that supposedly we are in a global warming trend. Really? We both laughed when we thought about it. Apparently Al Gore has never been here in the spring(or fall or winter). I'd really like to reap the benefits of that global warming today!

This and That

Easter came and went without us decorating eggs, so the week after Easter, the girls found the egg decorating kits in the pantry and persuaded me to help them. At first, Asher was invited to get in on the fun, but after he threw a couple eggs and cracked them, he was escorted out of the kitchen into the family room to watch his "bee show". Thanks to Jerry Seinfeld for entertaining our little boy for such extended periods of time.Asher got his birthday cookie bouquet from Aunt Kerry and was so excited about the dinosaurs. They were really cute and didn't taste half bad either.
I have debated over and over on whether I should cut Asher's hair short or keep it long and shaggy. I think little boys look so cute with the short spiky cuts, but I absolutely adore his crazy bedhead. After much thought and consulting with his father, we have decided to keep it long. Someone figures he should enjoy his hair while he still has it. He won't be sporty a ponytail anytime soon, but he won't be getting a buzz cut either.

Not So Leisurely Ride

When we put Asher in his car seat to bring him home from the hospital, we knew things were going to be rough. He screamed the whole way home. Things did not get better. What better time to have a car-hating baby than when you have older kids involved in school and activities that need to be shuttled around constantly? So we have listened to his screaming for two years. I am not exaggerating. You can ask anyone who's been in the car with him for more than 5 minutes and they will back me up.
Well, he has learned to talk over the past few months and I thought this would help with our car issues. I was so wrong. This was our conversation in the car today while taking Emma to and from preschool.
Ash: mom
Me: what?
Ash: bue tar (blue car)
Me: yeah, you have your blue car
Ash: mom
Me: what?
Ash: popo tar (purple car)
Me: Yeah, you have your purple car too.
(repeat exact sequence for about ten minutes)
Ash: crashing cars together, one falls on the floor, out of my reach.
Ash: MOOOOMOOOOOOOOM!
Me: Whaatt?
Ash: POPO TAR, MINE, PEAS (please)!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: I can't reach it, I'll get it when we stop.
Ash: MOOOOOMOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This continues with varied inflections and volume levels (loud and louder) until we get to Murray.

We drop Emma off at preschool then he cries the whole way to Petco-no intelligible words to record here.
We proceed to Costco while Asher eats dry fruit loops and we have peace for five minutes.
He is mildly pleasant while we drive the five minutes from Costco back to the preschool.
We pick Emma up and load back up in the car.
Ash: mom
Me:what?
Ash:mmmmmm(the sounds he makes when he's hungry and wants to eat).
Me: do you want a snack?
Ash: huh-huh(the closest thing we have to agreement)
Me: do you want a fruit snack?
Ash: no
Me: do you want pretzels?
Ash: no
Me: do you want a granola bar?
Ash: no
Me: do you want an oatmeal bar?
Ash: no
Me: do you want a roll?
Ash: no
After listing off all the items in our portable pantry/diaper bag to no avail, our conversation continues:
Me: that's all we have
Ash: cheese
Me: We don't have cheese in the car. I can get you some at home.
Ash: mom
Me: WHAT!
Ash: CHEEEEEESE!
Me: we don't have any
Ash: mom
Me: what?(in a somewhat irritated voice)
Ash: cheese
(repeat cheese sequence for about fifteen minutes)
Last ten minutes of ride Asher falls asleep. I think, "Great, if I'm quiet, I can transfer him to his bed." I get him to bed with his tee tee (blanket) and I'm shutting the door and I hear, "Cheese." After I stuff him with five sticks of cheese, I hope he'll settle down and have a nap, but no it seems as though the cheese has instilled in him a renewed source of energy and he is good to go.
I now have pounding headache and I really don't need to read back very far to figure out why.