More on the Wiggles

A bit more on the concert. I highly recommend those wanting to see a great show with their kids to see the Wiggles. They gave 100% in their performance and seemed to really love their jobs. When Captain Feathersword came out Anais gasped and cheered with excitement. She sang and danced and had a great time.

After the concert we had mac and cheese at TGIF and she got to sit in a booster chair next to mommy. Two thumbs up for the entire experience.

Mythology

We had the pleasure of going to see The Wiggles in concert on Friday (21-March), and I'm sure Jan will give a full report (someday...). I took Anais down to see our seats while Mom stood in line at the souvenir stand (hey, gotta have something from your first concert - ultimately a Captain Feathersword doll and hat). On our way back up the steps, we encountered a mother with kids carrying two roses. Each rose had its stem bundled up in a baggie with water (sort of like you'd expect a carnival goldfish). It seemed somehow wrong to me (not unlike my idea to throw diapers - clean only - at the stage).

The longer I contemplated it, the more wrong it seemed to have your kids throw flowers at The Wiggles, no matter how good they were. It just wouldn't be appropriate for a 2-year-old to date a Wiggle. Not even Jeff - who's clearly the cutest.

At any rate, I swallowed my concerns and upon parting with money for baubles, we took our seats. It was only after Janice explained that the roses were for Dorothy the Dinosaur that my concerns were assuaged. Apparently she's a rososaurus and loves to eat roses. Who knew...

The lesson is to learn the mythology before passing judgment.

Someday a Clotheshorse...

or how practicing the art of removing one's shirt can go horribly awry. She seemed content to wear the shirt over her head for another 15 minutes or so.

For the record, I considered covering her pot belly as well....

Remember

Just a reminder of what she used to look like. Isn't it amazing! Yesterday she ate her first peanut butter sandwich and said,"It's delicious!" What a doll.

From the Mouths of Babes (or Brats)

Anaïs has been blessed with many dolls and stuffed animals. Given the multitude of choices, she has named Homer "Daddy". Dragged around the house, "Daddy" is cooed over and shown off.

Apparently, the picture is "Daddy" working. Note that "Daddy" has trouble covering his stomach with his shirt, is unshaven, is balding, and most disturbingly is very, very yellow. Maybe it's time to get out of the basement a bit more often.