Mommy's Coolness Factor

Here sits one mommy, still cleaving to the hipness that was once very much a lifestyle. Have I hit rock bottom or can I still be considered cool after seeing.....Disney on Ice? The adds would run on TV and I remember thinking to myself, "Who would put themselves through that disaster?" before I had children...especially one child in particular that is molded from princess moon dust with sparkles. Yes, and the other child is quite content in pixie wings despite the eyebrow raising of a certain Poppy. There are some very masculine fairies in Pixie Hollow...I know this to be true, as does Jack Jack.








Last Friday was a warm and sunny day that Derek took off work to share with us. I told him it would be fun; definitely one for the books. He took Jack first thing in the morning and picked up Krispy Kreme sprinkle donuts and coffee and even ran by Einstein's to get bagels and cream cheese for me. We got the kids dressed (always takes me and hour as Jack has opinions on his styling, and Greta strips as fast as you dress her because it is "funny" for you to turn around and see her bootie coming at you.) She says this, and has for a year or more now, "I'm a bootie, I'm a bootie, I'm a bootie..." Hilarious. We jumped in the car and were giddy with excitement to see Ariel and Cars and Lion King and Tinkerbell and even meet a princess before the show began.

The show was at the Sprint Center in the Power and Light District and it is such a great area - I love going there. I feel like a tourist on vacation. We need to get out more. There were mobs of children in cheap Disney dresses swarming toward the stadium. It was a sight to behold. Both of the kids were wide eyed and taking it all in. At this point I know it can go either way. They are either going to love it or we are going to be leaving at intermission with terrorized babies.

They loved it. Greta sang along with Ariel and made me cry. Derek took pictures of me crying at Disney on Ice. Jack thought it was the most amazing thing since birth and he especially enjoyed the ultra convenient cup holders for his refreshment as he sipped and returned his cup to its place at a record pace. He sat on Derek's lap and pointed and made Jack noises. He refused cotton candy as did his sister, so Derek and I got to relive our childhood and share a big bag of it together. Love it.

After the show we took our sugar rush and walked through the P&L District and tried to regain our sense of self.




We can cross this one off of the list of "Things I will never do once I have kids". And, I have to admit, I would do it again! (Except next time I won't cry.)