Wiggles and Giggles

We went to the Wiggles concert last weekend. When we got there, we found ourselves in the balcony, far far away from the stage, even though I asked for the best available seats on Ticket Master. To make matters worse, our camera was broken.

Fortunately, our professional childcare provider (Jamie) accompanied us to the event. She is just as much a Wiggles fan as Baby. She and Baby have waited for two years to see the Wiggles live. When she saw other little kids dancing around the stage she scooped Baby up and declared,"let see if they will say no to a two year old", and left. Esther, quick to pick up on the situation, scurried behind with Maddie (Jamie's daughter). I decided to follow them after a couple of minutes with Bo.

I asked the guard at the VIP section if I could bring Bo in, he looked at me like I was crazy, and said,"NO". A little embarrased, I hasten back to our seats. I noticed though that Jamie did not come back, and assumed that she found better seats somewhere in the economy section. Then, the unbelievable happened.

Scott and I looked down with amazement at Baby and Yeh wiggling right next to the stage, and Jamie standing a little bit behind, beaming with pride.

She was the one who took the pictures, with her hot pink cellphone.

We always knew that we were very lucky to have Jamie, but I never realized the scope of her virtuosity. The woman has skills that I will never have!

Pride and Prejudice

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single person in possession of a good mind , must be in want of strong opinions. However little known the feelings or views of such a person may be on his/her first entering a forum, his/her opinions must not be repudiated...

After spending too much time on Internet forums, it's my observation that people may have strong opinions, but their strongest opinion is about their own opinion. Myself included.

I guess that's what blogs are for, to expound on those opinions on one's own turf.

The Children's Bible

There was a thunderstorm last week. After some impressive thunder and lightening, BoBo exclaimed, "Mama Mama, God is angry!"

"Why do you think God is angry?" I asked, not wanting to miss an educational opportunity.

YehYeh, aka "Know It All", started to educate me about Noah. "it's going to rain for forty days and forty night!", she predicted as a matter of fact. BoBo nodded in agreement, looking very worried.

YehYeh proceeded to sing, "who built the ark, who build the ark..." for her multimedia presentation. "Noah, Noah" jointed the boys in refrain, to support their sister.

All together, for the finale, "brother Noah built the ark". Much clapping, thank you, thank you.

After the song, they took turns naming all the animals they can think of , including exotic creatures such as the mommy and daddy wombats.

Searching for more passengers, YehYeh enlisted Mary, Joseph, and their camel.

"Don't forget Sam!", BoBo shouted. He loves Samson, and just as much, the Sam in Green Egg and Sam. I think he thinks they are the same person.

"Two by two, three by three, four by four..." chanted the children in unison. "Then there was baby Jesus", YehYeh concluded.

Blasphemy, blasphemy, please forgive her God, for she knows not what she is saying.

Scott finally came home half an hour later. BoBo threw a tantrum because BaBa refused to build a boat.

"Why can't you build a boat", I implored.

"But I just finished twelve hours of surgery, now I have to build a boat?" Scott complained.

"Built him a boat while I make you some fried rice", I ordered.

BoBo got a paper boat, and Scott, some fried rice.

Then they all went to bed.

Amen