The Special Date

Austin had the great idea of taking Sammy to the ballet performance of Cinderella. We told her we were taking her on a Special Date. BYU was having a matinee and especially inviting kids to come. Sammy got to dress up in her princess outfit and we got to meet the beautiful ballet dancers beforehand. (We stayed away from Prince Charming--he looked a little sketch.) I was a little nervous about how Sammy would do watching the performance but she really liked it and asked a ton of questions about the dancers. (Mom: Quiet voice! Quiet voice!)

The only downside was that some ding-dong decided it would be a good idea to give all the kids big red heart suckers for the perforance. Two sticky hands, three stains on her white turtleneck, fifteen queries after her sucker's whereabouts, and fifty-six (Mom: Quiet Voice!)'s later, we decided to leave during the second! intermission. (It was a little long.)

Sammy didn't mind leaving--probably since she knows the story of Cinderella by heart (and frequently asks me to co-star as the Wicked Step-Sister ripping her dress and the Fairy Godmother singing Bibbiti-Bobbiti-Boo to fix it).

Hopefully she will have fond memories of our Special Date. Probably not, since she's only two, but at least we have the pictures to prove we went.

"Parenting, Inc." by Pamela Paul

This is the book I'm in the middle of reading right now. The basic premise is that parenting has turned into an industry that is trying to sell us a lot of crap that we don't need and that we should just let our kids go back to playing with pots and pans. It's always nice to read a book that gives you a self-righteous glow of satisfaction that your own viewpoints have been validated.

I mean, it's really true that my kids don't need most of the stuff that's out there to buy. That laundry basket full of small toys that I gathered up from the living room this morning? I could throw all of them away and Sammy wouldn't even notice they were gone. And she has a lot less toys than some of her little friends. You know, maybe I could keep playing "Princess" with her in her favorite Sunday dress instead of buying (another) official Disney Princess dress. I could keep letting her play with her bucket and cup in the tub instead of buying her all those foam letters and numbers that have been on my Amazon wish list. I could keep checking out books from the library instead of buying her those great LeapFrog movies. But the average American kid gets 40 new toys a year. I don't want my child to fall behind! So I'm off to Target. Right after we watch this educational tv show that will teach her to love reading...