Stuff

On Tuesday Cole received his bob cat award from his den leader Sister Hair. He is loving doing all the scout stuff. He has his mother's competitive nature. When his friend David got two beads he wanted to know how he could get them and has been working hard and I have been working hard to remind and help him, we're a great team ;).

Mom offered to have the kids come spend the night, so Brandon and I went to Cabo's for yummy yummy burritos and then to Sam's to stock up on some food storage and said we'd spend the day today organizing our laundry/food storage room, that looked like a poster child for such rooms. We dowloaded 'Don't Stop Believing' for Rock band and jammed like young people and quickly crached like old people, it was like 11:00, some rockers we are.

Yesterday and today I have awakned at 4:15am and not been able to get back to sleep, this is not like me, so today I tried to stay in bed because I was planning on and was registered to run in a 5k., I really want to know if I've gotten better since going to the gym.

I already had sore throat so I was debating about going. Alas I got up at 5:00 because it wasn't working and I knew I wanted to do more in the laundry room than just organize. So I started and created a huge mess by moving everything around, but realized that I could paint the depressing brown paneling walls during this. So I found my favorite green color in the shed and went to work. And decided with the painting decision I would be running a different race today.

Brandon got up at 8:00 and was oh so pleased to know that I was up to my antics...love you babe. He handled it graciously, helping get a shelf down that's services were no longer needed. He then went about his plans for the day. We did get back together to reorganize our food storage. The laundry room may look weak, but the precious few that saw the before are appreciating the after....organization is my weakest link. Here's a pic of some of the progress.

so we went to Bianca's to have a calzone because riccardo's wasn't open and just for you Tallahasseans, never settle for Bianca's..wait for Riccardo's.

We picked up the kids and being the good parents we are brought them back home, fed, bathed, scriptured and then ....

that's right folks, the Porter kids played rock band!!!!!!!!!!!!! They loved it a little too much, I'm only feeling slightly guilty about that, it was only Eye of the Tiger...rising up.....

So one more family milestone. Two days ago, I told my sister I wasn't going to try to potty train Hannah until after our trip to Idaho. Not two hours later Hannah is asking to wear panties and I thought well if she asking I probably ought to pay attention. She's pretty much worn panties since and had one accident. She went at Cole's school, grandma's. She went by herself with no one telling her to go I just found her looking for toilet paper. Laura is to credit for this I think, she's been working with her. So of course I'm having day dreams about not buying more diapers, this being it, but I keep telling myself...you just wait until she realizes how much power she has here. She insisted on wearing her panties to bed..... I'll keep you posted.

Trying

to come up with an even more depressing post, but maybe we'll stray from that mood for a bit.

On Saturday, I took Cole and Laura with Mom and Frank to see The Sound of Music at the Quincy Music Theatre. This was Cole's second, Laura's first. I wasn't sure how Laura would like it and with Laura there's not a whole lot of middle ground. The girl knows what she likes.

Cole had recently seen Cinderella on a school field trip and loved so I wasn't so concerned.

Laura sat in my lap, there were fidgety times. She asked how many more songs there were. I could tell she enjoyed the girls dancing in pretty dresses. Near the end she asked again about how many songs and I asked her if she was ready for it to end and she said no. I wasn't totally convinced about that due to the wiggling on my lap.

Afterwards I was able to introduce her to the star of the show (who she later told me was her favorite character) Maria, b/c it was Jessica Applegate who I knew from old 5th ward stomping days. I gotta tell you I felt like the heroine to be able to do that. Laura was a little star struck.

So on the way home I asked the kids if they liked it and both gave a resounding yes. Laura said she wanted to go back right then and watch it again. It was a three hour show, so I'm really surprised and pleased.

Musicals are a big love of mine. My first musical was at QMT, it was Camelot and I fell head over heels with the experience. I love the plays at QMT cause it's pretty intimate (small) and just kind of nice.

I did make it Broadway a couple of times, seeing Bells are Ringing and Miss Saigon. Miss Saigon was a disappointment, but I changed my tickets from Cats to this so I could hang with the very cute foreign guys I met in the discount ticket line, and I just remembered that that was in the World Trade Center I believe. Anyway, the show was bad and I did catch up with the guys but, luckily, that didn't pan out either, cause I have a westerner now to sweep me off my feet instead of a european.

Back on track. I'm looking forward to taking the kids to many more musicals. There's Peter Pan in the fall.

Cole is in his first non class play at the school. It's Peter Pan. Growing up I never had the opportunity to be in a play where you try out for parts, have after school rehersals and such. I always wanted to be a part of that kind of production and still hope to be (just not at an elementary school so much). So I'm a bit of a stage mom, at home. I press Cole about the rehersals and am more excited about his two line part than he is, but he's pretty excited....living through my kids already. Cole will probably be a director more so than an a performer, he's already given suggestions of the lost boys and pirates fighting down stage while Peter and Captain Hook are battling on stage. I'm not sure if that has been implemented yet.

So we're singing do re mi, my favorite things around here....

and just because...
I'm a bit of a two year old right now about my dadgum cat. I miss him, I want him back and I think I should get what I want because I want it......this statement may be deleted before this post is printed and bound, but for the time being I'm thinking of it as grief therapy.