Griffin sang in his school's spring show last night. Little did the audience know, the "show" was actually in the 8th row. How come?Hayden.We arrived early, and waited eagerly, ready to snap some photos of Griffin on stage. He told me he was the blue of the rainbow, whatever that meant.Within the first five minutes of sitting down, Hayden decides he has to potty. I throw my jacket over the seats I'm saving for family, and run him to the restroom. We return, and Hayden wants to sit on my lap. He begins to swing his legs, all the while kicking the chair in front of him. I warn him several times to stop, realizing its going to be a long evening.The show hasn't even begun.Cut to the opening act, which is a group of fourth graders. All this waiting, and Griffin isn't the first to go. Hayden begins to search their faces, and yells, "Bubby? Where are you Bubby?"We tell him to whisper.My niece is sitting next to me and she nicely tells Hayden not to yell. "You don't say stop to me. YOU stop."Great. Nothing better than a 3-year-old with an attitude, in a quiet auditorium.I correct his talking back, and he grabs the gummi bears out of my purse, spilling them on the floor. Greg is wondering how fast we can get out of there. The curtains open again, another class...no Griffin. "Bubby? Where IS he?" Hayden searches, and yells "Hi Bubby," hoping his big brother will yell back.Realizing it may be awhile, Hayden stands up and loudly announces, "I need a SNACK. Let's go."Hate to break it to ya, bud...but there is no concession stand.Finally, we get lucky, and its Griffin's turn. He files in, and smiles proudly. Griffin takes his place.But, Hayden's no longer watching. He's eating gummis off the floor.
Friday, May 9, 2008
TAKE A BOW!
Griffin sang in his school's spring show last night. Little did the audience know, the "show" was actually in the 8th row. How come?Hayden.We arrived early, and waited eagerly, ready to snap some photos of Griffin on stage. He told me he was the blue of the rainbow, whatever that meant.Within the first five minutes of sitting down, Hayden decides he has to potty. I throw my jacket over the seats I'm saving for family, and run him to the restroom. We return, and Hayden wants to sit on my lap. He begins to swing his legs, all the while kicking the chair in front of him. I warn him several times to stop, realizing its going to be a long evening.The show hasn't even begun.Cut to the opening act, which is a group of fourth graders. All this waiting, and Griffin isn't the first to go. Hayden begins to search their faces, and yells, "Bubby? Where are you Bubby?"We tell him to whisper.My niece is sitting next to me and she nicely tells Hayden not to yell. "You don't say stop to me. YOU stop."Great. Nothing better than a 3-year-old with an attitude, in a quiet auditorium.I correct his talking back, and he grabs the gummi bears out of my purse, spilling them on the floor. Greg is wondering how fast we can get out of there. The curtains open again, another class...no Griffin. "Bubby? Where IS he?" Hayden searches, and yells "Hi Bubby," hoping his big brother will yell back.Realizing it may be awhile, Hayden stands up and loudly announces, "I need a SNACK. Let's go."Hate to break it to ya, bud...but there is no concession stand.Finally, we get lucky, and its Griffin's turn. He files in, and smiles proudly. Griffin takes his place.But, Hayden's no longer watching. He's eating gummis off the floor.
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