My tummy is happy. Just got back from a swanky dinner with my husband. Nice pinot, aged rib eye and chocolate cobbler to harden up the ol' arteries and remind me that I'm now in the mid-smack-dab-middle of my thirties. I wore a Karen Kane black wrap dress with a necklace that my Mom forgot to take home with her over Thanksgiving (score!). As I struggled into my shapewear, my Lucy watched me get dressed.
"Mommy?" she asks, as I wriggled and wriggled into the damn thing. "Whatcha doin?"
"Mommy is encasing her extremities in lycra so that she'll have to go to the ladies room just to take a deep breath." I gasp.
"Mommy, you funny." she says, in disgust, as she toddles away.
Earlier today, I took the girls to a community theatre that was featuring a play based upon The Nutcracker. It was an 11am matinee, and the girls gussied up in their holiday dresses and were on their best behavior. We were a tad late, and entered the theatre as Marie and the Nutcracker started getting serious. Lucy screams, "Mommy? It's too dark in here!"I got nervous, not knowing how the rest of the afternoon was going to go. Little did I know...
Annie spent the entire time waving at the actors, and saying "Hello! Hello over there!' During intermission, they let kids come up on stage and sing Christmas carols. Annie didn't even wait for an invitation. She hopped out of her seat, with her little sister in tow, and waved to the crowd, sang Jingle Bells, and milked it for all its worth. When they were escorted off stage, you could hear Annie bellow "That was fun! Can we go back onstage?" Someone coughed and Annie gently reminded them to "cover your mouth when you cough". I think the ushers were very glad to see us going.