She's Going to be My Partner in Fine Crime

For weeks now I've been in a funk. A sucky suck funk of stupid, delusional, crazy, and just plain not smart. I've been wrong, I've been shamed, and I've been just plain clueless. In the middle of that, I went and did something so nuts, so ludicrous, so spectacularly idiotic, that when faced with it last night, even I couldn't believe I had done it.

I bought Alexis and I tickets to the ballet.

Cinderella, to be specific. Because, you know, nothing screams GOOD TIMES like an activity that requires that a 3-year old sit silently watching people on a stage dance to orchestra music. No talking, no singing, just dancing. The best part was that I was soooo smart that I bought tickets for the 8pm showing because the cheap seats were sold out for the afternoon matinee. Surely she would be the epitome of exceptional behavior if I just kept her up waaaay past her bedtime!

I was just asking for a disaster. Clearly.

I didn't get it.

For two and a half hours, Alexis sat quietly in her seat, transfixed by the "secret musicians" and the dancers. She oohed. She aahed. She whispered, "That's really beautiful."

You could have knocked me over with a feather. I. was. stunned.

She was in love. Alexis loved the costumes, she loved the set, she loved the music, and she loved the dancing. She smiled from ear-to-ear all through the entire performance, and I didn't even slip her some happy pills.

Something tells me we have a major performing arts dork on our hands.

I'm OK with that.


The Definition of Insanity

Photo taken on April 7th. Snow. Lots of snow.

Photo taken on April 25th. It was 87 degrees out at the time.


Well, That Was Brilliant

Sometimes I have an idea that I think is nothing short of brilliant. I wallow in my own glory, praising myself for my superior intelligence, and then the truth comes out. That which I thought was so brilliant was actually a really, really, really bad idea.

Like, teaching the kid how to roll and unroll the windows in the car.

That was dumb.

Very dumb.

She's having a blast these days, but I could really do without the up down up down up down up down up down up down up down that is going on. Even when we're on the highway.