A Looney Afternoon

Yesterday, my daughter and I watched cartoons. We also went to the symphony. Actually, we did both at the same time. We spent the afternoon at the Detroit Opera House for Bugs Bunny at the Symphony.

The day was supposed to be my friend Margaret, the kids, my wife and me. Margaret bought the tickets when they went on sale. Her husband wound up in the hospital, so she forwarded the tickets to me.

This morning Andrew was not having a good day and he said he didn’t want to go. After a lot of discussion, and lots of crying from him, he stayed home with my wife and my daughter and I had a date day.

She was pretty excited to go, and didn’t know what to expect when she saw the orchestra on stage. Once the cartoons started, she was laughing and loving it. When the conductor stopped and was talking about the music and how the show came to be, we lost her. She wanted more cartoons.

We actually almost made it through the whole show. She asked to leave just before the last cartoon. We’d been there 2 and a half hours at that point, so that’s pretty good.

When I asked my wife if she was ok to stay home, she said she was. She then said, “I know you’ll love it. You really like that band stuff.” Of course, she’s right!

The show itself was truly wonderful. From the moment the orchestra started the Warner Brothers Looney Tunes music, I was transported back to Saturday mornings in front of the TV when I was my daughter’s age!

I cannot begin to tell you just how amazing it is to hear the symphony playing the cartoon score live as the cartoon plays on the big screen. It is like listening to it in surround sound.

There were a couple times when the music is actually playing from the cartoon and then the orchestra takes over. The transition is seamless and you can barely tell that it has happened.

At the beginning of the show, the orchestra comes on and plays the music from The Barber of Seville. This is the music that is played while Bugs Bunny is putting hair tonic on Elmer Fudd’s head and rubbing it in. As soon as they got to that part in the song, the audience started chuckling because they immediately pictured what was going on in the cartoon (without the cartoon being played!).

The Rabbit of Seville

The orchestra is completely in synch with the cartoon. Character reactions with huge music stings and cymbal crashes when something falls are perfectly timed. It was a very cool experience.

The conductor explained that the opera house used to be a movie theater. It closed and stood vacant for years until the Detroit Opera purchased and renovated it. He reminded us that when it was a movie theater, these were the cartoons that played before feature films. Now they are playing here again. Full circle.

“Music hater”

I was so happy they included the cartoon Long-Haired Hare. It is the one where Giovanni Jones, the opera singer, is practicing at his home. Bugs is somewhere outside playing first a banjo, then a harp, and then a tuba. He is close enough that his playing is distracting Jones from his practicing. Jones destroys the banjo (above), the harp and the tuba, which leads Bugs to get even.

Eventually, Bugs enters the orchestra pit dressed as famous conductor Leopold Stokowski. On the podium, Bugs administers a series of vocal tests, which Jones passes. After brief applause from the audience, Bugs scowls at Jones, then directs him to sing a prolonged high G note. Jones complies, singing until he writhes in pain and his face turns several different colors, eventually causing the stage shell to collapse in on him. 

I’ve seen that cartoon so many times, but to hear that music in the theater with an audience made it something extra special. Listening to my daughter laugh out loud was an added bonus. What a joy it was to experience this show!

If the production swings through your neck of the woods, I highly recommend it.

Beaming With Pride

My daughter is in kindergarten. She has always seemed to be a bit ahead of the other kids. Even when she was in preschool, the teachers talked about how smart she was. She has quite the collection of chapter books and reads them all the time. I’m always surprised at the bigger words that she knows. Listening to her play with her dolls is a treat, too. Her imagination is fantastic.

Recently, they pulled her from her class to do some testing. I had no doubt that she would do well on those tests. My wife and I both shed tears when we opened up the letter from her district:

She was the only one in her school to get into this program! We could not be more proud of her.

Share and Share Alike

Yesterday I took my daughter to Urgent Care with a fever. No Covid. No Flu. No Strep. Instructions were to alternate Tylenol and Motrin. This morning the fever is still there.

No more puking for my son last night. He actually slept good. That was a relief. I stayed up working on transferring some files just in case.

My wife came home from work and she looked terrible. She told me that about two hours into her shift she got really warm and then began to be sick. She struggled through the rest of her shift, occasionally getting more sick. When she got home, she texted her boss to tell her she was not going to be there tonight and went to bed.

I’ve had a cough for a couple days, but that’s really it. I’m hoping and praying I can avoid whatever is going around. Pass the Lysol ….

Where The Rubber Meets the Road and the Vomit Meets the Mattress

You may recall that our jobs require my wife and I to drive 45-70 minutes to work. Then, the same amount of time back home – every day. My car just turned 93,000 miles, while my wife’s just turned 89,000. They are both a 2024 Chevy Trax.

We knew we needed tires. The last couple times we had oil changes they told us. Thankfully, we got a few buck back on our taxes and we were able to both get new tires.

I worked all night Thursday and after work drove to the tire place. They put in my tires and I was home by noon. So I was up about 19 hours. I was able to grab a couple hour nap before getting up to pick up my daughter from school. Exhausted doesn’t describe how I felt by 6pm.

We were all in bed by 7 and the kids were asleep by 8. We all slept in my bed last night, because I was too tired to get them in their own beds. Naturally, once they were asleep, I struggled to fall asleep.

I’m not sure when I fell asleep, but I wasn’t sleeping too long when I had a rude awakening. Andrew began to vomit on the bed, himself, his sister and me. I do NOT do puke well. 9 times out of 10, the smell alone will make me gag.

I shot out of bed and got him to the bathroom. Ella was crying because there was puke on her new pajamas. I was focused on getting the sheets off the bed and in the wash. I was able to get them off before the smell got to me.

We grabbed Andrew’s mattress and put in on the floor in Ella’s room. He slept there and she and I slept in her bed. I didn’t have my CPAP in there, so any sleep I did get was crap.

Total damage: a couple pillows didn’t make it. The puke soaked right through the pillow case. I tossed those right in the trash.

So we’ll be heading to the urgent care this morning to see what’s going on. Hope your weekend is off to a better start than ours.

Friday Photo Flashback

I suppose I could have skipped the Friday Photo Flashback this week. I posted quite a few photos yesterday for my anniversary after all. However, I did find one photo worth sharing again. It takes us back to St. Patrick’s Day of 2022.

Ella is two here and Andre is about 5 months old. My wife always does such a good job getting them clothes for holidays. I’m not sure if we got pictures of them this year.

Ella had such natural and beautiful curls here. I love her little smile. It’s had to believe that Andrew ever looked like this. I miss those chubby cheeks.

They are growing up way too fast.

Bling and Bingo

Last week my daughter cheered for the last basketball game of the season. She truly enjoyed learning the cheers, shaking the pom poms, and yelling in her cheerleader cone. They had said that the teams would be getting medals at the end of the night, but we had no idea that the cheerleaders would too.

The above medal is what was presented to the girls. It’s pretty heavy duty bling. It is no cheap medal. It weighs about 3 pounds. She was so proud to show us when the game was over.

She made many friends through cheer and she cannot wait to do it again next year!

On Monday, I was back at her school to volunteer as a “Watch Dog” again. Just like before, I got to be with her class first. I got to help the kids plant their seeds for a science project and then I got to play Bingo with them. They’d send three kids at a time over to where I was and we played.

It wasn’t like normal bingo with the letters BINGO and numbers. These were small cards with pictures on them. I had a bag of tiles with all the pictures on them and I would pull from it to tell them what to look for. A – for apple. L – for Lion and such. The teacher gave us a bag of stale marshmallows to use as bingo chips. We played until everyone got a Bingo and the switch to the next three students.

I then went to the third grade room and played a St. Patty’s Day word game with the next group of students. They had to tell me each sight word they landed on. This was followed by lunch, which I got to eat with my daughter.

She didn’t want what was for hot lunch, so I made us both peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I brought yogurt, some goldfish crackers and drinks. She likes to mix chocolate chips in with her yogurt, so I made sure to bring some of those. I always get a chuckle out of the small tables they sit at. Somehow I always get in and out, with some effort.

After lunch, I went out for recess. It was crazy windy out and the playground was a bit wet. The kids had to stay on the blacktop, which was really no fun. I swear the winds were gusting 40-50 miles an hour. I couldn’t believe they had the kids outside. I was standing out there and that wind hit me from behind and it was all I could do to not fall over. I was happy to come back inside.

I then got to spend time with the other kindergarten class, They were in gym first, and we played a St. Patrick’s Day game where you had to run and find the gold coins for your team. Once back to their room, I played a counting game with the class. My final class of the day was the fourth graders. They were in music class during my time.

I didn’t really do much, but I enjoyed listening to them playing songs on the recorder, sight reading a song they’d never seen or played before, and finally, watching kids play solos in order to get their “belt.” The awards were colored like karate belts. White belt was the easiest song to play, yellow was the next step up, then orange and so forth. It took me back to the days when we had music class in elementary.

I enjoyed a short chat with the music teacher before the end of the day, and then went to grab my daughter to go home. I signed up to do this once a month and I truly enjoy being there and doing this. It is special for my daughter and I, and also special for some of the kids. One girl asked if I would hold her hand as we walked back to the classroom. There were kids who had to give me a hug before I left my session. I’m not sure what it meant to them, but it sure made me feel good.

I’m already looking forward to next month.

The Findin’ of the Green

Since when is this a thing? My daughter got up yesterday morning and ran out into the living room to see what the Leprechaun left for her. I can sum that up for you in one word – nothing.

I know that all the elementary school kids make a leprechaun trap every year in an attempt to catch him. Inevitably, the little rascal escapes and leaves the kids something or makes a mess of the room. I helped my boys make leprechaun traps for their schools, but never put one out at home.

We didn’t have a trap set up last night, so I’m not sure why she expected something, but she did. So my wife called me and told me how upset she was and I knew I had to go out. I was out looking for something for her to find when she got home.

I went to the dollar store first, figuring that they’d have something. They didn’t. I mean not even anything on clearance. The St. Patty’s Day stuff was nowhere to be seen. All the Easter stuff was out, however.

So I drove to a Dollar Party place and actually found some things there. Silly glasses, buttons, green bead necklaces, some candy, and a silly hat. I hid them on the bookshelf and told the kids I heard some rustling while I was trying to sleep. Without missing a beat, my daughter said, “Maybe the leprechaun was here while you were sleeping!” When they found their stuff, they were happy and said they knew that the leprechaun wouldn’t have forgotten them.

While I was out, one of the morning shows was talking to kids about what the leprechauns did at their house. They were talking about making the toilet water green, leaving green jelly beans all over the house, and putting green sparkles/sprinkles on their toothbrushes. So, apparently it is a thing.

Sigh. I guess from now on, I’ll have to prepare better for next year.

Delicious Delivery

Ella was the top seller in her Girl Scout Troop. She sold over 300 boxes of Girl Scout cookies. I’m not sure if she gets a badge for that, but she should! As a parent you go all out to help your kids with their fundraiser and are happy to do it. That is until you have to pick up all the ordered items to deliver them.

300+ boxes of Girl Scout Cookies barely fit in my wife’s trunk. After removing a car seat, putting down seats and such, she was able to get them all in. Once she was home, I went out and began to unlead them all.

This is just some of the boxes that were in our order. The fun part was taking each order and putting them together for those who bought them. This week I came into work for five of these boxes loaded with cookies for the people at work who ordered. My wife also has boxes of cookies that she needs to deliver as well.

Next meeting, I’m going to suggest that parents who delivered cookies deserve a badge, too!

Happy 6th Birthday, Ella

Sorry I am late. I was off yesterday and just now am getting around to writing …

It was 6 years ago yesterday that my first and only daughter was born. At that time, I remember the excitement and all of the unknowns. Six years later, she has blossomed into such an amazing little girl. She is smart as a whip, a friend to all, a comedian in the making, and everything a dad could want in a daughter!

I got to spend the majority of the day with her, which was awesome. Her school has a program called Watch DOGS. Dads, big brothers, uncles, grandpas, etc … can volunteer at the school for the day. I signed up for her birthday and a day a month afterward.

I got to spend the morning in her classroom before shuffling to a couple other rooms later in the day. I also got to eat lunch with her, which she thought was cool. I got to go through the line with her, order some dry chicken tenders and then go out to recess with her.

After school, she had girl scouts. My wife took her there. Her cookie orders were in. We have a lot of cookies to deliver!

After girl scouts, she got to choose where she wanted to eat dinner. She chose Applebee’s. She wore her birthday hat there, so they all new it was her birthday. When she found out that she got a free dessert, she was so excited. She had to order the Triple Chocolate Meltdown.

After chowing down dinner and dessert, we made our way home. Normally, the kids are in bed early, but dinner took us a bit longer. You would think that a full meal and dessert would have filled her up. Well, she reminded us that she hadn’t had her cake yet.

Nana made her a Wicked cake, which fit the theme from the Daddy Daughter Dance last weekend.

We wrapped up the night by singing her happy birthday and, of course, having a piece of cake. I love the way this picture came out.

As I tucked her in last night, she told me it was the “best birthday ever!” I was so glad to be able to spend the day with her and that the family all got to share in her special day.

I hope that it was a day she will never forget!

Shake Your Pom Pom

Friday night, Ella made her debut as a cheerleader. Their group of gals cheered at a basketball game. At the beginning of the game, they dimmed the lights and introduced the cheerleaders and the teams. The girls made a “tunnel” that the players ran through as they shook their pom poms in the air.

Before the game, I waiting with her as the team gathered. After taking a selfie with her, she said she had an idea for a pose. She gave me “hair” and that is funny enough, but her face in this pic is priceless.

In total, I think the girls have learned four cheers. One of them is a variation of one our high school cheerleaders used to do. It is a call and response cheer. “When we say fire, you say up” “Fire!” “Up!” I was not about to let the lame crowd ruin their cheer…so I made sure to yell, “up” as loud as I could. Now we weren’t that far from them, so after they finish the cheer, I can hear Ella say to her teammate, “That’s my dad. He’s loud!”

She did such an amazing job. I took a few videos, but the crowd noise drowned them out.

Andrew caught Sam and I both off guard. At the beginning of the game, they played the national anthem. I took off my hat and placed my hand over my heart, as did everyone. In the middle of the song, Andrew asks why we are standing. Sam says “This is how we honor America” or something to that effect. As the anthem is about to end, he asks in all seriousness, “What if someone doesn’t like America?” That kid is always thinking!

He can make some great faces, too. His teachers posted a few pictures from their classroom recently. Andrew is working on spelling his name. He was spelling it out with what looked like those magnetic letters. This cracked me up.

There is never a shortage of material to blog about as long as these two keep it up.