Wednesday, January 20, 2010

A Story About Elvis...and Waterboarding





Before I get to Elvis and waterboarding (I know you are anxious to hear about that), I just wanted to share with you some of my latest creations. How cute are these??? They will be up in my etsy shop by the weekend. Prices ranging from $6 to $8 a pair. :)

Really, its two separate stories...not one about waterboarding Elvis, so don't start getting upset with me.

Story #1....

Chris took Chandler to dance tonight which left me at home with Casey and Quinn. Casey wouldn't leave my side, so that meant that Q had to show off for her during bath time. His big trick tonight was filling the cup up with water and then dumping it on his chest, his face and eventually his head. He did this over, and over, and over. Casey was laughing and egging him on so much that he began to do it faster and faster and faster....until the point where I began to think that my 18 month old was waterboarding himself. So the cup had to be removed (much to his dismay) from the bath tub.

Story #2....

At dinner tonight Chris and I were discussing things that he needed to share with his students about the 1950's to help them build background knowledge for a novel that they are reading. I mentioned Elvis. The girls began furiously whispering among themselves. It seems that their background knowledge of Elvis consisted of the fact that on an episode of Hannah Montana, Jackson dressed up in a black wig and white jumpsuit and called himself Elvis. I was incredibly concerned that this was all that my children knew of Elvis. So, immediately following dinner, I pulled up Jailhouse Rock and Blue Suede Shoes on youtube to show them. They wanted to know more about the white jumpsuit. So then we watched a Suspicious Minds performance. They were not as impressed as I had hoped they would be. For good measure, I then found Beatles' performances on there and we watched those as well. It warmed my heart that they sang along with Blackbird and recognized it as something that I often sing to them. We also listened to Good Day Sunshine and reminisced about how I walked down the aisle to this when I married Dad. (And its true...I did....instead of the usual bridal march, I thought Good Day Sunshine was a better pick. My bridesmaids came in to Across the Universe, our parents walked in to When I'm 64. True story.)

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