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And we even had free tickets
By Moriah on October 15th, 2008
Last night Nicky and I went to Andy’s first choral concert of the season. My sisters watched my kids and Steve watched her older boys. She brought newborn Sebastien with us.
Apparently he’s an explosively gassy baby. And about halfway through the concert he stared making rather suspicious-sounding grunts and gestures.
Honestly, I almost wish he would have relieved himself because that would have provided me with some excellent bloggy fodder. But alas, he did not deliver.
(I’m sure his mother was thankful. As well as the concert patrons around us, though they weren’t quite aware of it.)
The concert was great; really a lot of fun. All of the selections were based on Shakespearean plays (hence the title “Shakespeare and Friends”). Andy even had a solo, which I didn’t realize until afterwards when he asked me how it went.
Observant Wife of the Year.
We stopped at the restaurant for dessert on the way home. I had the carrot cake soufflé, possibly the most interesting and fabulous dessert I’ve ever had.
Oh, and I also met a long-time customer named Adelaide. I’ve never actually met anyone in person with that name – except, of course, my baby.
And speaking of my babies, Andy’s currently got all of them at the park, so I’ve got to get busy putting away the summer clothes so that we can actually walk down our hallway.
Which would really be convenient, wouldn’t it?
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I just packed away all our summer clothes too! Glad your concert and dessert was fun! I don’t know any Adelaide’s either.
i’ve made more trips to the attic this pp period than I care to: baby clothes, maternity clothes, 3rd old clothes, the clothes that broke our hall closet clothes bar, winter clothes, summer clothes, the johnny jump-up seat…of course I can’t do it all in the same trip!
and at our house it is a 2 person job to get in and out of the attic…husband gets ladder out of attic and holds for me to climb so I don’t break my leg falling at ceiling height!
you’d think i’d be back to pre-preg weight, but no.