We fear change, the show must go on, but don't pee on your bed.

We fear change, the show must go on, but don't pee on your bed. That about sums up our weekend. Saturday Mr. H and I hit our usual bike ride, a good 57-60 miles this week. I've had this lovely cough that keeps me up at night despite attacking it with Robitussin with codeine, AND an asthma inhaler, and QVAR inhaler, AND Benadryl. But it was a nice ride, and the California poppies are coming into bloom. Spring is starting to appear!

Then it was time to switch into show mode. Chispa has been taking this acting class for the last 8 weeks, just like Uncle G, and the "show" was yesterday. She has been cheerfully reciting all the words and lyrics to her songs and her lines for the little play. She even hung a "paper moon" in our kitchen like the song Paper Moon. However, the "show" involved THREE classes of 5 and 6 year olds, not just her class of 10 kiddos. And the theater was packed with parents, siblings, and grandparents. Chispa was so cowed she was hiding behind people, and had her best petulant look on the whole time. Some of it was fear, but some involved change. See, this was a CHANGE. There were more people in the audience, than when it's just Mom's watching practice. There were more kids on the stage. It was different. And we fear change. All change is BAD. Had they had dress rehearsals with all the kids, maybe it would have gone smoother. Afterwards, though, she did ask to take the class again. So maybe she just needs to warm up to the idea. Heaven knows, she's theatrical enough, all on her own power.





Oddly, all the OTHER kids looked pretty happy. But Chispa is just our Chispa, she's unique in her own special way. She was all over the cupcake-cast party after though.




Changa announced that she'd like to sleep with just underwear for nap today. So, I gave it a shot. Unfortunately, she chose today to not-nap, pee all over her quilt and bed, and then flip her rocking chair so that it pinned her blankie. She was then screaming in distress. Not about the pee, mind you. Pee doesn't really seem to distress Changa. "I peed mama" is something I hear all too often. I find it puzzling, as she is perfectly capable of telling me "I need go peepee mama" like she did out to sushi this evening, and getting every drop in the potty. But I digress. The howl that sent me up to rescue her was that her beloved froggy blankie was STUCK under the rocking chair she flipped. Super Gruppie Mama to the rescue, I righted the chair, rescued blankie, put a large towel over the wet part of her bed, rocked Changa, and told her it was night night time. Needless to say, we had to wake her at 5pm, as she was tuckered from her antics still. Chispa tried to help by having a giant Chispa style hissy fit (apparently I cut the pommelo wrong, I'm twisted that way.). Amazingly, Changa slept through that. So we woke her up. That's when we all went out to sushi, where our kids downed an impressive spread of miso, seaweed salad, cucumber salad, tofu, and a bunch of super tekka rolls and salmon/fake crab rolls. We ate too.

Changa is presently sleeping without her beloved new quilt, which was in the dryer being de-pee-pee'd. I told her I'd put it back on her once it was dry. I'll sneak in and lay it on her in an hour or so.