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Choir and Random Family Vignette
Jun. 22nd, 2007 10:34 pmDid a post-season concert tonight with the First United Methodist Church Majesty and Glory Choir of Chula Vista, California.
::squeee::
I love singing with other choirs. We did Praise His Holy Name together and wow, it rocked. They had a beautiful song that used as lyrics the words of Martin Luther King Jr.'s last public speech, the day before he died. And another one that had our choir all happy and swaying at the back of the church, "He Never Failed Me Yet." And their director, guy by the name of Juan Carlos Acosta with a beautiful voice, is one of the very few people around in my ethnic group1. And did I mention we did Praise His Holy Name together?
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We've got this thing we do in our house at bedtime when it's my turn to tuck the boys in: they hide under the blankets and I pretend to look for them. It started a couple years ago, when Justin at least was little enough that he honestly thought I couldn't see him. He's old enough to know better now, but it's still a fun tradition (for them) and so we keep doing it. Usually it goes along the lines of
Chris: They're ready!
Me: OK, g'night! ::walking into their bedroom:: Oh. Chris, did you say they're ready?
Chris: Yeah.
Me: Where are they?
Chris: I dunno, they were here a minute ago.
Bed: ::giggle::
Me: Oh, man. I hate this. I'm all ready to read a bedtime story, and I come in, and there's no boys to read to. What am I gonna do?
Bed: ::giggle::
Me: I guess there's nothing to be done but to just lie down ::lying down on the bed:: and take a nap. Sure hope they show up!
Bed: ::giggle:: ::squirm::
Me: Chris, this bed is lumpy!
Bed: ::giggle:: ::squirm::
Me: And it's giggling and squirming! It is so hard to go to sleep on this bed! How do the boys ever get to sleep around here?!
Bed: ::laughing:: ::squirming and kicking::
Me: Hey! There's something wrong with this bed!!
Bed: ::screaming:: ::kicking::
Me: Help!! The bed is ALIVE! The bed ATE THE BOYS!!
There's a few variations on the theme. Sometimes I pretend to be fully asleep and snore really loudly as they squirm and try to get out from under me. Sometimes I roll off the bed and continue snoring on the floor. Sometimes I start hitting the bed and accusing it of being a murderous bed and eating my children. It's a bit tedious coming up with new things; they don't mind doing the "Mama's pretending to go to sleep" bit, but I get bored with it.
They've come up with a few variations. Like the time they put pillows in the bed and then hid in my bedroom closet. Clever idea, and they were very proud of themselves, though the lack of giggling and squirming from the bed kinda gave it away.
Last week I came up with a new one that I was rather proud of. Chris did his regular "They're ready!" bit, the boys hid under the covers giggling, I got a running start from the bedroom door, let out a high-pitched "WHEEE!!!", took a flying leap and landed on the boys with a thump.
Little boys have a rather rough sense of humour. They almost peed themselves laughing.
The other day I got another new one. Chris said "They're ready," boys were under the covers, and I went running into the room, scrambled to get under the covers with them, and yelled, "Come on, hide, HIDE, HIDE! before Mama gets here!! Stop laughing! She'll hear you!! SHHHHH!!!"
Justin thought it was pretty funny, but Daniel almost died laughing.
I think I'll ask Chris to put them to bed tonight.
1: Old joke, from an American comedian with a name like Pablo Jimenez, who joked that it's really trendy to be proud of your ethnicity these days, but he doesn't really have one. "I'm serious, man. I look and sound white, but I got a Hispanic name. Who's in my ethnic group? It's just me, Emilio Estevez, and the Menendez brothers."
"And me!!! Meeee!!" I yelled at the screen when I first saw the bit.
Am now adding Juan Carlos Acosta. The guy was blonder than Chris, and sounded about as Hispanic as Stephen Harper. But much cuter :)
::squeee::
I love singing with other choirs. We did Praise His Holy Name together and wow, it rocked. They had a beautiful song that used as lyrics the words of Martin Luther King Jr.'s last public speech, the day before he died. And another one that had our choir all happy and swaying at the back of the church, "He Never Failed Me Yet." And their director, guy by the name of Juan Carlos Acosta with a beautiful voice, is one of the very few people around in my ethnic group1. And did I mention we did Praise His Holy Name together?
We've got this thing we do in our house at bedtime when it's my turn to tuck the boys in: they hide under the blankets and I pretend to look for them. It started a couple years ago, when Justin at least was little enough that he honestly thought I couldn't see him. He's old enough to know better now, but it's still a fun tradition (for them) and so we keep doing it. Usually it goes along the lines of
Chris: They're ready!
Me: OK, g'night! ::walking into their bedroom:: Oh. Chris, did you say they're ready?
Chris: Yeah.
Me: Where are they?
Chris: I dunno, they were here a minute ago.
Bed: ::giggle::
Me: Oh, man. I hate this. I'm all ready to read a bedtime story, and I come in, and there's no boys to read to. What am I gonna do?
Bed: ::giggle::
Me: I guess there's nothing to be done but to just lie down ::lying down on the bed:: and take a nap. Sure hope they show up!
Bed: ::giggle:: ::squirm::
Me: Chris, this bed is lumpy!
Bed: ::giggle:: ::squirm::
Me: And it's giggling and squirming! It is so hard to go to sleep on this bed! How do the boys ever get to sleep around here?!
Bed: ::laughing:: ::squirming and kicking::
Me: Hey! There's something wrong with this bed!!
Bed: ::screaming:: ::kicking::
Me: Help!! The bed is ALIVE! The bed ATE THE BOYS!!
There's a few variations on the theme. Sometimes I pretend to be fully asleep and snore really loudly as they squirm and try to get out from under me. Sometimes I roll off the bed and continue snoring on the floor. Sometimes I start hitting the bed and accusing it of being a murderous bed and eating my children. It's a bit tedious coming up with new things; they don't mind doing the "Mama's pretending to go to sleep" bit, but I get bored with it.
They've come up with a few variations. Like the time they put pillows in the bed and then hid in my bedroom closet. Clever idea, and they were very proud of themselves, though the lack of giggling and squirming from the bed kinda gave it away.
Last week I came up with a new one that I was rather proud of. Chris did his regular "They're ready!" bit, the boys hid under the covers giggling, I got a running start from the bedroom door, let out a high-pitched "WHEEE!!!", took a flying leap and landed on the boys with a thump.
Little boys have a rather rough sense of humour. They almost peed themselves laughing.
The other day I got another new one. Chris said "They're ready," boys were under the covers, and I went running into the room, scrambled to get under the covers with them, and yelled, "Come on, hide, HIDE, HIDE! before Mama gets here!! Stop laughing! She'll hear you!! SHHHHH!!!"
Justin thought it was pretty funny, but Daniel almost died laughing.
I think I'll ask Chris to put them to bed tonight.
1: Old joke, from an American comedian with a name like Pablo Jimenez, who joked that it's really trendy to be proud of your ethnicity these days, but he doesn't really have one. "I'm serious, man. I look and sound white, but I got a Hispanic name. Who's in my ethnic group? It's just me, Emilio Estevez, and the Menendez brothers."
"And me!!! Meeee!!" I yelled at the screen when I first saw the bit.
Am now adding Juan Carlos Acosta. The guy was blonder than Chris, and sounded about as Hispanic as Stephen Harper. But much cuter :)
