Post-Wiggles Follow Up
Well, it has been a while since the Wiggles, but it did make quite an impression on Miss Elsie. The first photo here is her getting ready to leave for the show. It was so exciting she insisted on wearing two bows to mark the occasion. We had the brilliant idea of eating at the Mellow Mushroom a block away from the Civic Center. Every other parent of a toddler had the same brilliant idea. The mellow SCAD student serving staff was visibly overwhelmed by the pub's transformation into a romper room but handled it admirably.
Upon attending the concert, we found the look on Elsie's face well worth the price of admission--she was speechless for once and spellbound for a good thirty or so minutes. At that point, we got a bit distracted by our neighbors but still managed to enjoy the show. We have to admit that the Wiggles know how to put on a good time... It was impressive. On our way out, we happened by a little boy sobbing because the show was over--and probably because he was coming down from a sugar rush and it was past his bedtime. But when Elsie asked, we told her "he was crying cause the Wiggles were done and going home." When asked about the Wiggles the next day and the days following, her report has been "boy crying--Wiggle gone home." I guess he embodied the intensity of emotions on this special day.
The other photos are Miss Elsie in the frog hat her Addie knitted her, helping mommy reading the Sunday paper with accessories, and eating her first happy meal, a treat with the babysitter coming--good times in mid-November.
When David and I met, he had dreams of being a rock star, aspirations of being in a band, and toyed with names for the band or albums or song titles for years. That was as close as it got really, until now... He and Elsie kicked off their tour Saturday night complete with headgear and brooms. Their first hit is Elsie's tune "Naked Babies." Now if only Santa would bring them real guitars...
Elsie talks a big game when it comes to Ho Ho. She wants to see him. She tells us she's gonna ask him for cookies for Christmas. She says she's gonna hug him. She even chased an off-duty Santa through the mall one evening. But then she gets face to face with the big guy and her wide eyes search for her parents in terror and she murmurs "mommy... daddy... mommy... daddy..." behind our knees. She has no problem with Frosty the Snowman, but the guy in red is better in the abstract at this point. We may actually check him out one more time next weekend, but we mostly enjoy him "up on the housetop" in verse, as the potential giver of cookies and a guitar (our xmas wish list items), or in our mind's eye--we talk a big game.
