Talent Show

Today was the Talent Show at Alisal. It's always amazing to me when my kids come up to me and say "Mom, I'm going to be in the Talent Show!" Not because they aren't talented, but because when I was there age I would have never had the guts to stand up in front of a bunch of people and perform. Camryn did a dance routine with 3 other girls. They had been practicing for weeks at lunch and choreographed their own routine, edited the music, coordinated their outfits (although apparently there was a change of plans and we didn't get the memo because Camryn was the only one wearing a pink shirt. No big.) It was very cute and I was really proud of her for doing it. After it was over she said "I really messed up Mom." But I couldn't tell.

There were several kids that played musical instruments and one kid that even did a stand up comedy routine. He was really funny! He told jokes about homework and how his Mom had to walk to school in the snow, up hill...Some kids sung songs that probably shouldn't have. Which makes me wonder if their parents heard them practice before the show and didn't say anything. And will I be one of those parents who nod their head and say "That was great honey! Good job!" even when there's no denying they totally suck and I'd rather walk on a bed of nails rather than listen to that mess again! I mean on one hand you have to give them credit for just walking out on stage. Because while other kids are too cool for that kind of stuff these kids believe in themselves and love what they are doing so much that apparently they have lost all hearing in both ears. But then again isn't it the parents responsibility to say "I love you. But that was really bad. Maybe you should try piano." So far I haven't had to have this talk with my kids because for the most part they are completely adorable and extremely awesome at most things they try. I know what you’re thinking. I'm just saying that because they're my kids. Yeah? So? OK, so I'm probably just like every other parent that thinks their kids walk on water. But I think there has to be a balance between encouragement and honesty. I don't think we do anyone any favors by blowing sunshine up their butts. Ya know what I mean?

Anyway, Claire was supposed to do a group dance with some other kids too but decided against it at the last minute. She said she didn't want to let her friends down but she just didn't feel prepared. I can relate because I sometimes say yes to things that I don't really want to do and then when it comes time to actually do them...well I don't really feel like it. We talked about how it’s important to follow through, but equally important not to say yes when you mean "no thanks." Mom is still working on that one ;-).

Camryn went to her last girl scout meeting tonight. It was really hot so the leader decided to make it a swim/pizza meeting. Both of the girls are in troops with really nice girls (and Moms) but I had to break the news to them recently that we won't be continuing with girl scouts next year. Once again it’s hard to say No but I have to draw the line somewhere. Plus I'm not real keen on getting emails with step by step instructions on how to make finger sandwiches. I'm not kidding.

By the time we got home it was time for pj's and bed. However, ever since Geoff introduced the girls to the Rocky Balboa soundtrack and the Eye of the Tiger song, they've been obsessed. I thought it was bad enough my husband was a Rocky nut, but now I have two mini-me Rocky nuts. So every time I turn around Camryn is changing the song on our ipod to Eye of the Tiger. I finally got so fed up I just put it on her and Claire's ipods so she would leave mine alone. The funny thing is when we went in their rooms to kiss them goodnight they both had Eye of the Tiger playing in their ear phones. Dunt, dunt, dunt, dunt....Rising up...

Claire even quoted the movie as Geoff walked out the door. Something about "Dad, I want you to do something for me....." Yes Claire. "WIN!" I'm sure I will wake up tomorrow to "Yo Adrianne -- Get me some cereal!"

For now, that's all she wrote...