Well the party has started...hello teething! Some days I wish my life were more like a broadway musical (you have an issue or problem and all of a sudden out of nowhere everyone around you breaks into song and dance and by the end that magical life changing epiphany has arrived changing the plot for the better so they all live happily ever after)Just replace the catchy song about love or life into some vague resemblance of jibberish about, well, nothing except momentary child entertainment. Oh, and substitute the perfectly "dressed-to-the-nine" (whatever that really means) leading lady with perfect hair and make up...with a spit up stained t shirt, a medusa reminiscent pony tail and yesterday's mascara complimenting those lovely circles becoming more apparent under your blood-shot eyes (okay, okay, okay- maybe that's a biiiiiit dramatic, but you should know this about me by now!). Don't get me wrong, I like to pretend that my rendition of twinkle twinkle little star would turn Blake Shelton and Adam Levines chair around :)...oops sorry, I got a bit distracted. A girl can dream, right?!? ;) now where was I?!? ahhhh yes, but really, there should be a broadway musical about parenthood! Funny stuff happens ALL the time. Just the other day I thought to myself (I know, a lot of crazy stuff goes on up there!) "geeez, I'm glad we don't have a nanny cam otherwise my husband might put me on the midnight train to the looney bin." The things we do to keep our kids happy...I sing, dance, gurgle, jump, tickle...and sometimes all together. Granted my moves resemble a ridiculous broken down robot and my songs are made up versions of what we are doing.(I feel as though my best friend Chelsea may be the only one who really understands that is normal for me!) :)I grab my daughters arms and make her dance while singing lord knows what pops into my head. I also like to sit her in my lap when I'm watching whatever singing show is on (The Voice, Glee and The Sing Off are my all-time faves, but I legitimately watch them all!) and sit there acting as though I could do a better job at singing their song...I even get my Mariah Carey fingers going when I get my "runs" on! (Of course she loves this, and it gets better) I then take it a step further, and during commercials I will decide what hypothetical song I would sing and who I would choose if the judges turned around. My lovely daughter hears me sing AT LEAST 10 random songs during a show. Her favorite (I swear I'm not lying) was Cee Lo Green's "Forget You". Not only do I sing, but I make her dance interpretively (yep, mom of the year...right here!) :) she finds it hilarious (I realize at this point I am officially lost, and am waiting for my inner GPS to recalculate my route to get me back on track to where I was originally going with this...I blame Blake and Adam!) oh yeah..broadway. So, life is a lot easier when it takes place on a stage, with people who dress you and do your hair/makeup without you lifting a finger. It's full of music and a plot that almost never ends badly for the main character. Im going to go to New York and pitch my idea...I'll even let them use my blog name as the title (for a small fortune of course- mama needs some new clothes- refer to my earlier blog!) :) teething has led me to bust out my inner crazy,we will have a chat about my public instances in another rant. Right now, my daughter thinks i have the voice that has that X factor and could sing off with glee at any point in time to be an American idol! (BAM- oh yeah that just happened!) she would turn her chair
around, buy a broadway ticket, promote my playbill because let's face it...I AM her idol and even if I have pitch problems or horrendous choreography, in her eyes it's the BEST! I will take looking and sounding ridiculous for that ANY day. For real...Pitch? Please! :)
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