A few slices from the week of the year that once prompted me to compare myself to whirling dervishes.
Last night Roscoe's production of Honk debuted. He was fantastic, and I'm not just saying that because I'm his adoring mother. He totally threw himself into his overblown, comical character. He had stage presence! And he sang solo!
(That's Roscoe in the middle. More pics to come on his private blog.)
Also Roscoe finished his piano year with a recital.
This is how I tried to keep Jesse quiet during the performances:
The other day I looked out the window...
...and saw this.
Haley did her kindergarten program today. She was a doll.
See, all you who think I don't girlie her enough, I dressed her in a pretty pink dress just for the event!
And as per the kindergarten teachers' command and a signed contract, I did the conga with her. Sheesh! The kindergarteners congaing in a circle was adorable. Us parents, not so much. So after our little celebratory trip to Wendy's, I asked Haley to demonstrate her fantastic conga technique:
p.s. Yesterday I sold our van and bought a Ford Expedition. Which I love with a love that is probably beyond pure righteousness.