Sunday, August 22, 2010
It was family-friendly Shakespeare -- THE TAMING OF THE SHREW trimmed to about an hour's length, performed outdoors under the trees, with rock n' roll, acrobatics, and juggling interspersed; characters with mohawks and dyed pink hair; entrances and exits made on skateboards and bicycles built for two. But it was still Shakespeare: the dialogue, monologues, characters, story, all his, and pretty much intact despite the cuts. (Thank you, Actors' Gang, who've dubbed this particular production of their annual Shakespeare for Families series "Katie the Curst.")
It was a small deposit in the kids' "cultcha" bank account ("cultcha" is what my Brooklyn-born, Manhattan dwelling parents thrived on).
Monday, August 9, 2010
Just the other week I was saying to Late Blooming Dad, "I wish someone ELSE would plan, shop for, and make their every meal for a change!" It's my least-favorite part of momhood.
It took me undergoing surgery to make it happen.
I can't say the trade-off is worth it. But I have to admit, now that I'm recuperating and over the anxiety of having someone knock me out and cut me open, I am not missing kid-meal duty. In fact, this whole experience has provided a sort of mini-break -- albeit one aided and abetted by Darvocet and frequent ice over the incision -- from many of the kid-tending duties.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Car ads often boast that the vehicle being hawked can go from zero to sixty miles per hour in seconds flat.
Those cars have nothing on my kids.
Thing 1 and Thing 2 can -- and frequently do -- go from adorable to impossible, and do so faster than a speed measurable by modern physics.
They seem to pick two particular periods of the day in which to exhibit this astonishing capability: