Welcome to the latest installment of a weekly contribution to the site by my husband, Thomas: Chasing Rabbits. In case you missed the first one, why Chasing Rabbits? My husband will be the first to admit that his thought process can be a bit…er…random. He starts in one spot, chases after some rabbits, sometimes all the way down the rabbit hole and back, but it
mostly usually always ends in a great place. But don’t take my word for it…
BANG BANG BANG, ROCK AND ROLL!
To all those who think karaoke is about reading the words on the screen and singing actual songs, I say “phooey”! The girls here at Home on Deranged feel quite differently. To them karaoke is about yelling the same couple words into the microphone over and over until they get bored.
Our girls like the Bubble Guppies. A lot. One of their episodes is about the Guppies forming a little band where they sing a song called, “We totally rock.” It is one of 2 episodes in our DVR (scheduling conflicts). We bought the girls a DVD, but it usually stays in a different room. Anyway, the rock episode pops up quite often on our TV. The girls jump around singing and dancing until the show is over. Once they have confirmed that the show is over, they run to the karaoke machine and grab a couple mics.
Coincidentally, we recently bought a CD of kids sing-along songs which include some of their favorites. As we crank up some “Twinkle Twinkle,” we notice the girls are singing the same phrases over and over. It sounds like Leelou is yelling “BANG BANG BANG” and Annie is yelling “ROCK AND ROLL.” So we did what any good parent would do and grabbed the camera. I think the video is freakin hilarious, but I am slightly partial.
Leelou took a tumble on Sunday. We had promised the girls we would take them outside for a couple minutes to play in the ice before it melted. Annie was having a blast, sliding back and forth across the ice. Leelou was standing near the garage with her hand extended yelling at the dogs. “No dogs, go away”!
Slightly confusing, since the dogs are over 100 feet away on the other side of a fence, but she was clearly agitated by their presence. It was almost like she was trying to use the force on them the way she held her arm out and braced her body. So we decided to go see the dogs so Leelou could lodge her complaints to them directly.
Annie was having a blast running through the crunchy grass, but Leelou was clearly ready to go inside. As Leelou started her journey back to the house she lost her balance and the ground rushed up to meet her. It was one of those slow motion moments. We could see her topple over, face first, without even extending her hands to brace her fall. In the moment all we could see was dirt, gravel and blood caked on her face. I am over ten feet away and Melissa is slightly closer, so I snatched up Annie while Melissa grabbed Leelou and we made for the house.
Leelou was wailing and Annie was shocked, scared, and completely confused as to what the hell was going on. So she started crying too. We got Leelou cleaned up and calmed down. Annie, however, still didn’t have any idea what was going on, and was seething with hatred towards the parents who ripped her away from the outside kingdom she was clearly enjoying. Leelou was upset again, probably because big sister was trying to steal her moment.
So, we dig deep in our parenting arsenal and devise a plan. We bribe them to calm down. After they had their fill of cherry soda we deepen the bribe with bath time. Don’t judge me!
After Leelou was officially clean, we were able to give her a good look over and were relieved to discover the only damage had been some scratches on her nose and forehead. I had been really scared because with her mouth full of gravel it looked like she had lost a tooth. So on one hand we were completely relieved that it was only minor scratching, but as happy as that made us, it was still shadowed by the fact that we had planned on taking a family picture that afternoon. We can’t have photographic evidence that our children have been damaged!
The moral of the story? Hell if I know, but I’m thinking of going with “walking is serious business.”
Do your kids have a favorite way to express themselves through song and dance? Or do you have one of those “slow-motion” parenting moments? Share it with us in the comments so we can all feel a little less alone.