Staggering in, utterly exhausted. I'm sure I've missed absolute tons of stuff but with the schlepping of the Diva around the city in the pursuit of taking over Broadway, I've been barely making it into bed intact each night. (Am seriously missing my own bed, though.)
Anyhow, she performed her big showcase at Camp Broadway today, a condensed version of Bye Bye Birdie and was, IMO, completely adorable.
Seated on the floor in the tangerine capris
We love you Conrad, Oh yes we do...
Bye Bye Birdie
! Oh god, the love.
I've got a lot of living to do...
re: Honda Fit
I have a friend with one, and she LOVES it. So very happy with it. If I ever get around to replacing my 197K miles old Mazda, I'm considering a Fit.
She was one of the teenage members of Conrad's fan club. Other members of the group were the office workers. Lemme tell you what, though, twenty or so little girls between the ages of 9 and 11 can produce inhuman screeches that go way past eleven on the dial. I'm talking eardrum bleeding, every. single. time. they heard Conrad's name.
But when they sang "One Last Kiss" it was utterly priceless.
My sister bought a Fit a couple weeks ago. It handles surprisingly well. She liked the way the back seats fold up so that the dog has a large floor area. (easier to vacuum)
Oh, Barb, they are adorable!! I'm starting to miss my kids (students, not my own children because I don't have children not because I wouldn't miss them if... err...okay, yes, you get the point!), I guess.
That's a cute picture, Barb.
We are midway through putting the kids to bed. One of them just got up again, I'm laying odds it's Isaac.
Broadway camp sounds like fun.
Back from winning our second Sectional game. We play in the Sectional championship on Sunday in the winner's bracket. So we've got two tries to win.
There's one last tier after this for Northern California Division. That's as high as we go as an 11 y.o. team. Next year when our guys are 12, we'd have the opportunity to go as high as the Little League World Series.
Nothing to brag about with Emmett tonight, though he played a solid catcher and had a hit. We won 12-4 against the favored Vacaville team.
Unfortunately our arriving home has roused Matilda from her bedtime ritual and now she's giggling and running around with Emmett.
I can't believe I killed Natter with Little League.