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A Very Good Day

Steve works from home but I don't see him much when he's busy. This is a good thing - the work, I mean, not the fact that he doesn't spend his days rubbing my feet and fetching me my thesaurus - but I like it when the holidays roll around and we find ourselves, like today, with the kids still in school and some time to spare; mostly because my husband recently starting wearing glasses and his hair is silvering at the temples and the overall affect is so appealing that I am unable to keep my hands off of him. What? Oh sorry. I was fanning myself. Today was awesome. Just saying.

Then we went to see Caroline and Edward's holiday performance. Two dozen four and five year olds in reindeer hats bumping into each other on the ampitheater stage. Edward wore his Packers jersey ("It's green!" Steve justified when I looked at him, like, "Really? All I asked was that you get the twins into something holidayirific while I took Patrick to school and you produce Brett Favrelet?") and Caroline was The Girl Not Wearing The Pretty Holiday Gown. She did, however, manage to work herself to center stage and sometime around their second number she opened her mouth and inflated her lungs and holy hannah all you could hear was Caroline. Does she have a... pretty voice? Well, no. Can the kid project like, oh, say, Ethel Merman? 

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Clearly all those afternoons spent standing on the vanity in my bathroom, singing into the mirror are working for her stage presence. And yet I'm glad I bought her a Hello Kitty karaoke cd player for her birthday. It will give us a chance to start at the very beginning; it's a very good place to start. Because

when you read you begin with ABC. When you sing you begin with:

"Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells! Jingle all the way!

Bells on cocktails ring! Making spirits bright!"

Steve whispered, "Did she say cocktails?" and I whispered back, "Yes."

"Is that right?"

"Sure."

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