Butterfly Frenzy

Ringing in the New Year with Justin Roberts and Legoland

I'll dispense with the "it's been a long time since I've blogged" update and get straight to it. Happy New Year!It feels great to be back to blogging!

We celebrated New Year's in a bit of a different way this year. Typically, we're traveling back from somewhere (Florida, Mexico, etc) on New Year's Eve day, and we're exhausted in bed well before midnight. This year, in our last day in San Diego, we headed over to Legoland. Yes, Legoland.

Jeff toughed out the amusement park crowds and lines, and the kids loved playing in Duplo Village. But, the main attraction on December 31 at Legoland is the New Year's Eve party for kids. Bands start playing around 2PM, and then the "ball" drops at 6PM.

We made it over to the dance floor in time for a couple of the bands, and our absolute favorite was Justin Roberts and the Not Ready for Naptime Players. Besides the pink tie, green shoes and overall hip clothes, his music was clever, upbeat and fun.

It was amazing to see the kids (and okay the parents too) rock out to the music. Sophie loved it. She danced with a bunch of the other kids, following along to the moves and making up a bunch of her own.

Perhaps my favorite part was the cover of AC/DC's "Back in Black" complete with hand puppet. For an ever-so-brief moment, I felt just the teeniest bit hip <noted without irony>. Needless to say, we had an amazing time, and the kids completely crashed on our subsequent, seven-hour car ride back home. Thanks Justin Roberts, the Players and Legoland!

 

 

 

On Halloween...

The other night, Sophie, Leo and I were out and about in our neighborhood checking out the Halloween displays. The kids started getting restless, which means I start singing. I'm the first to admit that I have an awful voice, but, for whatever reason, it seems to work.

Below is the song we made up...sing it a long to the tune of "Wheels on the Bus." Enjoy! Kira

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The eyes on the bat go blink, blink, blink

Blink, blink, blink.

The eyes on the bat go blink, blink, blink

On Hall-o-ween.

The kitty in the pumpkin goes meow, meow, meow

Meow, meow, meow.

The kitty in the pumpkin goes meow, meow, meow

On Hall-o-ween.

The ghosts in the house say peek-a-boo

Peek-a-boo.

The ghosts in the house say peek-a-boo

On Hall-o-ween.

The kids on the street say trick-or-treat

Trick-or-treat.

The kids on the street say trick-or-treat

On Hall-o-ween.

Addicted to Rehab

One of my little secrets is that I love hip hop and rap. (okay, maybe not so secret if you read this blog regularly) On particularly tough days after work, I'll admit to a listening to some KMEL jams. Most of the time, the station plays only the latest, poppiest hip hop. But, one night, on my way home, with the music turned up far too loud for the not-so-new car I drive, I became addicted to "Rehab."

Amy Winehouse is a Brit who's last name presages the kind of boozy, floozy, bluesy voice that wraps itself around you and doesn't let go. We are now so enamored of the song that we listen to it every morning.

Enjoy!