In the Wiggles World

So I’ve been in the Wiggles world for a while now.  Anyone with kids younger than 10 has probably heard of them, but for those of you who don’t know, the Wiggles are a kids musical group from Australia that sing about all sorts of things–getting strong, eating healthy, plus silly stuff. They have a regular TV show and have many, MANY videos (I think we have them all).  Their music is very catchy and I must admit that they  are a guilty pleasure for me as well. 

So, when we found out the Wiggles were coming for a show in Tucson, I was SO excited.  I knew that this would be fulfilling a lifelong dream for Taylor, and for many of you parents out there, I’m sure you can relate to my own excitement of being able to fulfill that dream.   We waited 2 long months from when we received the ticket til the night of the show.  It was extra special because Nana was going to be with us as well.  She came to visit us over her spring break and we were able to include her on the big adventure. 

The big night had finally come.  Taylor had been talking about this for 2 months.  I thought she was going to explode from excitement.  And from the moment the show started.  Tears.  From Taylor.   

Taylor: “Um, you know what, I don’t like this very much.”

Me: “Taylor!  Look there’s Anthony standing right next to you!”

Me: “Oh wow!  Your favorite song!” (overexaggeratting my own excitement)

Taylor: “I think I’ve had enough of the Wiggles tonight.  After this song we should go.” 

Me:  “Are you sure?  There’s Dorothy!  There’s Wags!  Can you believe the Wiggles are right there?”

Taylor:  “Lets go.” 

Who knew her dislike for loud noises would outweigh seeing her “favorite guys in the world”.

Show tickets: $100

new dress: $30.00

bone for Wags: $4.50

markers, posterboard, paint: $7.95

Leaving the show 30 minutes in (but realizing you’ll never have to drop money like this for a live show again):  Priceless. 



Mom, you’ve got a big butt.

So there you have it.  We’ve reached the innocent stage of “honest observations”.  I’ve always believed that if a child tells you you’re fat, then its the absolute truth.  So, today, as I stood over the toilet carefully placing toilet paper on the seat to protect Taylors “small” bum, she stood behind me, apparently with a great view of my large one, and LOUDLY made her observation.  It wasn’t with malice.  Not even with excitement.  Just a matter of fact statement.  Almost in passing, really, as if there were nothing else to talk about….

Mom, you’ve got a big butt. 

How adorable.

Getting over the hump

So having not posted for a while, I feel like the next thing I write should be astounding…momentous–really worth the wait, ya know.  Its why I keep putting off updating the blog…What to write after three months?!  

I feel like I don’t even know you anymore. 

I’ve lost my blogging voice. 

But really, alot has happened since January, just nothing that seems worthy of astoundingness.  Do I gloss over my Dad’s visit in January?  It was fun and I don’t want to make it seem like it wasn’t a highlight.  Do I not even mention how I got to see Tiger Woods play at the Accenture match tournament?  What about Craig’s birthday or even our fabulous Easter egg hunts? 

And then I figured, you know what, if you are really interested in any of these events, you can email me or call and I’ll tell you all about them.  I know its old school, but its the only option on the table at this point.  Otherwise, you’re just going to have to live with the fact that you don’t really know what happened to the Joneses for the first part of 2008–and deep inside, I feel like you’re gonna be OK with that.  We’re alive, doing well, and I figured it was about time to just get over the hump and write a worthless entry.  I’ll try to make it up to you later when there’s not so much pressure to be interesting. Until then…