I can't hear you!!

While driving in the car:

Heather: Hey people, would one of you let me change lanes?

Esther: Mommy, maybe you need to open the door.

Heather: Why's that?

Esther: So the people in the cars can hear you!

A Year With Frog and Toad

Last week the kids and I went to see the musical A Year With Frog and Toad at the Irving Arts Center. The show itself has played on Broadway but I think this cast was more local. It is based on the children's books about Frog and Toad by Arnold Lobel, which I have fond memories of reading as a child. I wasn't sure quite what to expect and thought it would probably be rather cutesy and geared towards children.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was extremely good - very clever, wonderful music, and entertaining for children as well as adults. The music was a 30s jazzy sound and the tunes are very catchy. I was so excited that as soon as we got home, I ordered the CD on half.com for about $5. I'm posting the first song from the show below. If you want to preview the rest of the music, check it out on Amazon.com.

I highly recommend this show and the music!

Naughty Lady

Instead of using the words "bad guy" for the antagonist of a show or book, Esther usually uses "naughty lady" or "naughty guy" to describe such a person. One morning while eating breakfast, she showed me how a naughty lady would eat a strawberry.

Chair and Hair

Here is my dream come true! A snuggly book nook and reading corner - complete with warm blanket and adorable lamp. I'm pretty sure this is the lamp I'm keeping. Daron still needs some convincing, though.


Esther testing it out.

And a cute haircut for my little girl. If I curl it under a little in the morning, it keeps it from looking too stringy during the day. Poor kid did not inherit my thick hair; maybe it will grow thicker during adolescence!

Spam

Last night at my writing group, we had a fun writing prompt where we had to imagine we were a can of something. So I wrote about the first thing that came to mind. What follows is a quickly written and rather goofy poem, which I'd like to share.

I am a can.
A can of Spam.
A small blue can of Spam I am.
My insides are filled with salty stuff -
The pinky gray color of meat in the buff.
I sit on the shelf of the store day and night.
All who see me take off in a flight.
Years go by and then one day
A hungry student comes my way.
I'm purchased and served up with some toast
And bacon and eggs - I don't like to boast.
Wolfed down a hatch with vociferous glee,
I slip and slide down with a "whee, whee, whee!"
I was a can.
A can of Spam.
A small pink blob of Spam I am.

My Goose

Esther really enjoyed all the Christmas music this season and had many favorites. One of which was The 12 Days of Christmas. She apparently got a lot of it. This morning as she was getting dressed, she took a break and lay on the floor. I asked her what she was doing and she said, "I'm a goose a laying."