God Loves High School Musical

I may have mentioned the High School Musical Mania in our house, although the girls call it “High School Music-school.” But if you have not witnessed Addie’s rendition of “Breakin’ Free,” especially the beginning that starts -

We’re soarin’, flyin’
There’s not a star in heaven
That we can’t reach

-well, then! You are in for a Thursday treat.

J. caught the girls goofing around on video on his laptop the other night. It isn’t Addie’s best performance, but it is still pretty funny. I especially love the part where Emma tries to tell Addie how it is supposed to go and Ad gets fed up and tries to squirm away.

Good times.

While we are on the subject of High School Music-school and the obsession, today while we were in the car they asked for a HSM song…

A: Mama, turn up High School Music-school?
M: Sorry Ad., Mama’s iPod isn’t charged up.
E: But it is the Radio Disney, right Mama?
M: Yes, it is. But you can’t control what song they play when you are listening to the radio, Em.
E: Maybe God can play “Fabulous” for us.
A: Or “Na-na-na-na”
(Music in Me, for anyone who knows/cares what song A. was talking about.)
M: I think God probably is worried about other things, not what song the Radio Disney is playing.

And then, I kid you not, the next song was “Music in Me.” (Na-na-na-na.) It wasn’t too surprising since they pretty much rotate Hannah Montana, High School Musical, and the Cheetah Girls. So every third song is usually a HSM song. But such timing!

A: (shrieks) It is Na-na-na-na, Mama, it is!
E: See, Mama?! God likes High School Music-school, too.

Can’t argue with that, I guess.

Perfeck and Creem, of course.

Before you read the following funny conversation you should probably know that -
1. We have been accident-free for well over a week now, A. is doing great with the potty! (Still use a pull-up at night, though.)

2. We have a heating vent right next to the toilet in the bathroom downstairs. It is really nice on chilly mornings.

3. Yes, it has been chilly enough for a heater (at least in the mornings) this week, even in California.

Oh, and also, if a toddler who just stripped all of her pjs and pull-up off and says “have to go potteeee” while running to the bathroom, you should stop reading your email and follow her in there. Pronto.

A: Mommy. I need hep (help). Pleeease. Need hep.
M: Okay, A. I’m coming.

(As I’m walking through the playroom, is that water I can hear? Think to myself, “maybe she used the stool and got up on the toilet by herself.” See as I come into bathroom, that is not the case. She is standing right next to the toilet looking horrified as she pees down her leg, on the floor. Quickly put her up on the toilet.)

M: I’m so sorry, honey. It’s okay, that is Mommy’s fault for not getting in here faster.
A: Is okay, Mommy. Don’t worry.

(I must say this to them all the time, it is our mantra around here, “It’s okay. Don’t worry.)

A: Mommy, you clean up my pee-pee?
M: Yes, I am. Hold on just a second and I’ll clean you up, too.
A: Is okay, Mommy. I dry my own foot. Yook
(Look)! Is all nice an dry and creem (clean)! That’s perfeck (perfect)!

She had her foot in front of the heater and was “drying” it off.

A perfeckly creem foot. It’s okay. Don’t worry.

An afternoon of Dragons, Marshmallows and Starbucks – without ever leaving the house!

Emma is cracking me up right now.

She is supposed to be “resting” and we use that term lightly around here. It usually involves her reading 4 or 5 books in Mommy and Daddy’s bed. And then she creeps, ever so quietly down the steps, about halfway, where she sits trying to “quietly” get our attention. Like making little squeaks, or coughs. I usually “pretend” for a few minutes that I don’t see her there until she gets louder or creeps the rest of the way down the stairs and says, “Is it okay to get up now?”

So anyhow, I’m working down here (kind of) and she just quietly (kind of) came downstairs and I acknowledged her and told her “come on down.” But she still has her tights and leotard on (due to the earlier recital she and A. gave me, while they were practicing the Bella Dancerella DVD), and she hit the hardwood floors running, and bit it! I didn’t really laugh until she started to and I knew she was fine, but it was pretty funny. Little arms and legs sprawled everywhere.

Then she asked if she could watch a movie and have a snack. She chose Pete’s Dragon for the movie (again!) and came back in with the bag of mini marshmallows from the snack drawer. The whole bag. They were put into the snack drawer once upon a time explicitly for when we have hot chocolate, but both of the girls LOVE them. So yes, she was having marshmallows for her snack. (Don’t call the nutrition police on me, yet!)

And if you give a “Peanut” a marshmallow, she is going to need a drink. So she went back to the kitchen for a drink and came running back in to the living room with a “milkbox.” I found these organic Horizons milkboxes at the store on Sunday. We always get them on our Saturday treks to the bagel shop – when I usually stop at Starbucks to get a coffee, the girls pick out either vanilla or chocolate milks.

So she comes running in with the milkbox and says, “Mom! Look! This is so great. Our house is just like Starbucks!”

Now if we could just get a coffee barista in the kitchen to make an endless supply of grande, non-fat mochas for Mommy, we’d never have to leave the house.