When will I ever learn?

I spent the day trying to bake cupcakes for A’s Valentine’s Day party tomorrow.  From scratch.  And make the frosting.  From scratch.  All.  Day.  Long.  I feel like I have done this before

The cupcakes came out OK, a little brown on top but once they are frosted, they’ll be just fine.  But the frosting?  I have made three different batches, using three different recipes and not a one had a frosting-like consistency.  I just finished a fourth batch with my last few egg whites, the last of my sugar and the last of my vanilla.  If this one doesn’t harden up like the recipe claims it will, we are out of luck.

And if it does work?  I can guarantee that we will have a snow day.

Hmm.  I wonder where the phone chain info is???

Guest Reader

Today C was the guest reader in A’s class. He read Tiger is a Scaredy Cat, because A’s class is called the Kittens. We have practiced for nights (OK, a night) and I tried to impress upon him the importance of holding the book so all the kids could see the pictures, and speaking loud enough so everyone could hear.

All the way to school, A was bouncing up and down in her booster seat, so excited that she was bringing the guest reader today. She went racing into school, and then instructed C that he was to hide behind me so no one could see him. She sat on her letter and continued to bounce with excitement. C tried to hide behind me, and my ass is big enough these days that he was able to do so with some success.

The teachers finally got everyone to settle down, as well as a bunch of three and four year olds can, and they sang the guest reader song. A was instructed to announce the guest reader and she dashed to the front of the room and pulled C out from behind me. “My BIG BRODER!” C sat at the front of the room and A sat in a chair right next to him, as close as she could without pushing him off his chair.

C began to read, haltingly at first. He forgot to hold up the book so everyone could see. A told the class what the pictures were. “It’s Tiger next to a vacuum! He’s so scared!” I helped out a bit with the book holding portion of things, while inwardly cringing as the other kids began to squirm and wander off.

C hit his stride and instructed me to sit back and take a break because he had the hang of how to hold the book now. A sat basking in the glow of her big broder. Reading! To her class! C would reach over and hug A once and a while. A would grin from ear to ear. And I forced myself to sit back and relax, forced myself not worry about what a bunch of three and four year olds thought, and just enjoyed the experience of my kids basking in the glow of each other.

The power

As some of you know, I was a television production major in college (among other things). One of the things that was drilled into us during our four years of study was the power of the media. I vividly remember a professor setting the exact same two minutes of video to two different soundtracks, and how astounding it was to see how our perceptions of the piece changed based on the music that was played.

Although I am somewhat less than thrilled with the Democratic choices I face in the primary tomorrow, I had decided to vote for Clinton. I saw this video over at RevDrMom’s place, and the power of it was amazing.

I’m still voting for Clinton. But I really want to intern under Obama’s media director.*

*I know the campaign claims it has no connection to it. And they may not. But if I were running a campaign media team (which I am not) this is just the type of piece I would come up with, hand off to someone else anonymously, claim ignorance of its origins and then exploit the hell out of . Or, if some one else had actually managed to pull this together without me having to have spent money, I would still exploit the hell out of it. Either way, you can’t convince me that the campaign hasn’t had some hand in making it as wildly popular as it is.

Judging a book

I’ve noticed that when I head into the store with just A in tow, I get lots of smiles, oohhs, and ahs. When I have both kids, people try to steer clear of us. The little old ladies glare from a distance, and no matter how the kids try to charm the checkout clerks, they refuse to relent and give the kids a smile.

On Friday C got his first pair of glasses. And when I took both kids to the store today I got lots of smiles and “Oh, what adorable kids you have! They are so well behaved! He is just so CUTE!” They got extra stickers at Trader Joe’s, and a slice of cheese from the deli clerk at the grocery store.

My children behaved no differently than they ever do, but for whatever reason the addition of glasses to my son’s face make a world of difference.

If I had known it would be that easy to make friends with the little old ladies, I would have bought him a pair of frames three years ago.

Go figure

So A was right, apparently Rapunzel is getting her own movie

Overheard at the Library

A: “Mommy! Look! There is a NEW princess! Her name is Rapunzel! But why doesn’t she have a movie???”

Chichimama: “From your mouth to Disney’s ears. I would LOVE to see what they would do to Rapunzel…”

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