You ask and I deliver. See how good I am to you? Well, really it’s my sister-in-law who you can thank, because unlike someone else I know, she knows the precise location of her camera charger.
(off to ebay to track down a canon charger)
My Emily, who – by the by – has lost herself another tooth and I am the tooth fairy is officially thisclose to declaring bankruptcy, is the one in the pink bandana-thing. This was taken on the first night, when she was still a little quiet. I wish I had footage from the second performance, the one where she got the standing ovation, but alas, um, hi, canon charger.
(have I mentioned that my canon charger has gone missing? also missing and totally unrelated but equally as frustrating? EIGHT of my teaspoons)
So, I don’t know if I told you, but the reason for my trip to Wisconsin was for my mother’s 60th birthday party, and was not simply for the sake of going through my bedroom and finding things like my bat miztvah dress. I did, however, strike GOLD. I found all sorts of wonderful nuggets (could also be called ‘blog fodder’) including several of the most bershon-iest shots from my childhood that may have caused me and my sister to pee a little. We were ‘Lizzing’ (come on, this week’s 30Rock…totally top ten!).
alsowhatonearthwereourparentsthinking?!?? We will not go into detail about the black and white is-it-a-sweater-or-is-it-a-dress knit thing with giant dancing bears on it that my sister wore at camp. Or the Joey Jeremiah hat that made its way into every single picture of me ever taken. AND THE PERM. Yes, ya’ll. I had a perm in 6th grade.
The nuggets are coming tomorrow, once i’ve had the chance to scan my heart out. You will have to be patient, young padawan.
(Also? Look at me! Trying to introduce capitalization into my blog-life! It’s a total art-imitates-life thing! Huzzah!)
I did want to talk about something. Something I didn’t consider when I birthed my three children. When you fly on small airplanes, which we do, more than regularly, SOMEONE gets screwed.
(Why yes, I did say screwed right before I posted a photo of Robert Pattinson. Is it hot in here?)
Anyway, you see this set-up here? I got to fly with two of my favorite men..haha…while the husband sat with Little Missabella. And look at poor, poor Emily poking her head out. She had to sit ALONE.
And don’t think for a second she didn’t milk this one for all it was worth. And don’t think for a second she didn’t tell every single person who would listen how terrible I am for making her sit alone FOR A WHOLE HOUR on the airplane, including the poor high school kid sitting beside her. SHE got to learn Emily’s entire life story AND got to hear her Mamma Mia solo. heh.
And don’t think for a second that I STILL don’t feel like shit about it because, yes, I suffer from THE GUILT. (I can’t help it, I’m Jewish. It’s in my blood)
But that’s the thing with having a pre-pre-teenager.
She’s fiercely independent when she wants to be, which is about, 99% of the time…even down to the boots. good god, I want to BURN THOSE BOOTS.
But, at the end of the day, she’s still only just eight. She’s still only in second grade. She’s still a little girl. A little girl who I made sit alone on an airplane.
And yes, I still feel guilty about it. But not guilty enough to have another baby so she can have someone to sit with. ARE YOU MAD?