Friday, February 21, 2014

7 Quick Takes (Volume 267)

Have you been watching the Olympics? We watch when we can. We're not even huge sports fans, but there's something special about the Olympics, isn't there? The other night Drama Queen was home while we were watching. She hadn't seen much of it and asked a perfectly logical question.

Drama Queen: Who's winning?

Not wanting to admit we hadn't watched enough to know, Kevin and I just looked at each other in silence and then he gave the most hysterical answer.

Kevin: Susan . . .

We burst into uncontrollable laughter, but our kids just laughed at US and how funny we thought the lame joke was. Who's winning the Olympics? SUSAN, of course! Ha!

We had a very long day last Saturday at a show choir contest. Poor Princess Dawdle got up at 2:30 AM to curl her hair for the competition. By the evening her tiredness was showing. On the way home, she and Ladies Man were discussing a friend's hairdo and Kevin made what I guess was an unsatisfactory comment. 

Princess Dawdle: Hey Dad, don't be hatin' his swag with a capital dolla sign.


Through all my years of blogging, I think we've established the fact that I fail in the photography of my children category. I try, but the cameras I invest in always develop some weird problem or I'm forgetting cameras or arriving with batteries that are completely drained. I was so proud I thought ahead last weekend, getting the battery all charged up the night before the big show choir competition. Though we left the house before dawn, I remembered to pack the camera in my purse. I was feeling all supermom-ish until I took it out for the first picture. For some reason it wouldn't turn on. "What is the deal now," I thought, "how could I have another busted camera?!" And then it hit me. I KNEW I charged the battery, but . . . I opened the flap on the bottom of the case and confirmed my suspicion. I did charge the battery, but I LEFT IT AT HOME! ARG!!!!!

Sunday we attended my nephew's birthday party.  I was feeling especially sentimental as the cake was cut and suddenly all my children made their way toward me in the kitchen.

Me: Would you look at this?! My kids are drawn to me. They can't help but swarm me. They're flocking to their mother.

Drummer Boy: Mom, you're standing in front of the forks.


Our kids are at an age where they are already evaluating their childhood experiences with their inept parents. This week Ladies Man and Princess Dawdle were trying to one-up each other with stories about not getting enough affection.

Ladies Man: The other day I tried to tell Dad I love you and he just hollered at me to go to bed.

(Every parent on the face of the planet understands this scenario, right? You've told them to get to bed a zillion times and they pull out the "I love you" card trying to delay the inevitable. Yes, you know exactly what happened there, don't you?)

Princess Dawdle (not to be outdone): You think that's bad? The other night I told Dad, "Good night. I love you" and he just stared at his computer and said, "Ok." OK! What kind of answer is that?!

I think she won that round.

We've finally finished all our college visits with Ladies Man. Hallelujah! And what's better, I think he's made a decision! I knew he was a goner when we went through an especially wonderful art department with a room for anything you can imagine. They even have a professor who specializes in cardboard art! Ladies Man was in heaven. After seeing the metal shop, his creative juices went wild thinking of making a new musical instrument. He spent the ride home sketching it out and has been perfecting the sketch all week. It's like a melding of two trombones twisted into a funky configuration. He's already got a name for it too: the swag-a-phone.

Perhaps their friend with the capital dolla sign hairdo should do the test run.

No show choir this weekend, but Ladies Man has a speech contest and the other three have a drum line competition in Omaha. We're excited to see them for the first time. Next weekend we're blowing off all their stuff and doing our own thing. Kevin and our church is hosting a choral festival. Our clinician will be Lloyd Larsen, a prolific composer who happens to be Kevin's editor at Lorenz Publishing. Kevin's had contact with Lloyd for years, but never met him in person, so he's pretty excited. If you'd like to sing with us, just let me know and I can get you the appropriate info. If you'd rather not sing but like music, join us at the concert--7:00 p.m. at Christ Community Church in Beatrice!

I hope you all have a fantastic weekend, friends. Read more Quick Takes, visit Conversion Diary.

1 comment:

Rebecca Nelson said...

No worries....I am right there with you in the photography department. I almost always forget my camera. Fortunately, there are always the Moms who take photos of everything their children do who take pics of my kids for me. :-) I'm getting a nicer camera for taking blog pictures. Maybe I remember to take pictures of my kids? Doubtful! ;-)