Showing posts with label STOMP. Show all posts
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Monday, April 10, 2017

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Dada found a school they're prepping for demolition so everything must go, right? The kids and I joined him rather grudgingly to check out all the Stuff, but it quickly turned into a fascinating experience.


Anyone know when the STOMP auditions are? Or Blue Man Group, perhaps? We've got a live one...


"Is it bigger than a breadbox?"


Look, aliens, AKA overhead projectors! These reminded me of those yep yep yep aliens from Sesame Street.


Don't tell Lisa that we found of the desks she loves so...


Adorable smiling snowmen curtains! 


I'm having flashbacks of the old ESCO desk. RIP old friend. Dada said it sold for $80.


Just lookit this kid. He's so small he can swing his legs and those big feet without touching the floor, but I know if I blink he'll be draping himself all over that desk and the one beside him just like Jeremy from the Zits comic. 


There were entire walls of lockers to be sold. We found the ones with the kids birth years all in a row together but didn't NEED an entire wall of lockers so they did not sell to us. Overall it was a neat experience and I'm glad Dada didn't have to go by himself after two weeks in North Carolina without us. The kids even checked out the attic and claimed to see a rat skeleton, so of course the trip ranked pretty high with them!






Monday, December 24, 2007

Christmas Eve 2007

Merry Christmas!

I took Carrie to church tonight. We had all gone yesterday. But Dada and I sat through a kickin' version of "Little Drummer Boy" that we knew she'd just love, so I took her to see it tonight. Think STOMP comes to CedarCreek. It was amazing. Midsong, the drummer removes his coat, rolls up his sleeves, and goes to town. The rest of the music team right down to the girl who's usually on the keyboards all brought in these huge metal garbage-style cans, and they ALL go to town. Incredible.

As predicted, she liked the drums. She said she didn't like the "green lights that move around. They were shining in my eyes too much. Not the ones from the sky, and not the other ones that moved around... just the green ones." I imagine we'll be hearing more about those drums and lights.

On the way home, we passed our house to drive around and check out the neighborhood holiday lights. One house back towards Rita's has lights set to a radio station. Carrie was delighted, and promptly observed: those lights can hear! Hahahahaa. She even got to hear "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer" as we sat there. Lots of other people's lights have gotten blown over this weekend too. She noticed several trees and a candy cane lying down on the job.

So the kids are nestled all snug in their beds... or as snugly as their head colds/ bad coughs will allow. Liam is actually stirring right now. I can hear him doing his rhythmic kicking, but softly. I'm hoping for a night of sound sleep for both of them, but judging from how his cough sounded before bed, I'd not be at all surprised if he'll cough himself into needing clean jammies and sheets. Poor baby. Hers is pretty much only bad if she's been all wound up. That includes laughing too hard!

The cookies and carrot sticks are out for Santa (and reindeer), and we checked the Santa tracker before she went to bed. It said he was in Uruguay and then in Argentina, so she scurried off to bed. She reminded us to turn off our fireplace, too.

Merry Christmas, everyone. Especially to the new people for their first Christmas- Lizzie, Bing, Cole, Jack, Evan, Micha, Mariah, and others. And I pray for special Christmas peace for those who have lost some loved ones this year. Happy first Christmas in Heaven, Grammy and Jan!

To all a good night!