Wanna know where
they learned it? Watch this
little gem from a few years back:
*We were watching old camcorder videos, and I recorded the video on my phone while the t.v.
played the original. So the original sound is kinda muted and the laughter you hear is Brynlee and Jace witnessing Grandpa’s killer moves. At their request we watched it no less than a hundred billion times. Almost as many times as we watched mom's Christmas supermodel strut video. That one is a goody too.
A Christmas or two ago Spence and I turned on How the Grinch Stole Christmas for a family bonding night on the couch. Because nothing says Christmas traditions like willingly welcoming Jim Carey into your home. It wasn’t more than five minutes later that Brynlee ran and hid behind the couch. She WAS NOT a fan. We turned it off and deemed Christmas officially ruined. Or something along those lines, but slightly less dramatic.
This year {after watching the original a handful of times} Brynlee decided she was no longer scared and wanted to reattempt the new How the Grinch Stole Christmas. We searched and searched, but couldn’t find a single copy of the show for rent or purchase. So to appease an unwavering child I let her watch bits and pieces of the show on YouTube.
In process we clicked on a YouTube video of a little girl singing “Where Are You Christmas”. Brynlee was smitten. She watched it and rewatched it, over and over again.
Later that day she came to me with an idea that she’d obviously been stewing for quite some time. She was going to learn that song {every.single.word} then I was to “camera” her singing it while dressed in her prettiest Christmas dress with curls in her hair {clarifying: she was to wear her prettiest christmas dress, not me.}. Then she was going to need me to put the video of her singing the song on the same “computer spot” where that other girl was singing.
It was like her first hope for fame and celebrity status.
Within a day she had learned all the words to the song and was ready for her big break. But apparently I’m not cut out to be a celebrity publicists and I never got the video made.
But I decided that it wasn’t right to rewind and wrap up the Christmas season without recording Brynlee singing “Where Are You Christmas”. So today’s the unofficial release date for Brynlee’s first single. Naturally I’m going to need to start negotiating with the people to have only red M&Ms and sparkling cherry mineral water in her dressing room.
Which reminds me, I also need to ask for a dressing room.
A few things about the video:
+ Obviously she didn’t have on her prettiest Christmas dress or perfect ringlets in her hair. But I did try to keep the stain from the gravy she spilt on her dress during dinner out of the video so it’s almost the same.
+She sorta gained a lisp when she lost her last tooth. It makes me smile.
+Don’t ask me what that little jump in the middle of the song was. I guess a little five-year-old burst of energy.
+I realize now that I shouldn’t have recorded her right in front of the big, bright window. It makes it really hard to see. But again, I’m an amateur celebrity publicist. Plus, if she wants grade A work she’s going to have to start paying me a little more.
And as a P.S. Kate and Jake gifted the kids with their very own copy of Jim Carey’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas for Christmas. And Brynlee was right, she was no longer scared.
Brynlee had her first little dance recital over the weekend.
I cried.
Because I’m a sap.
And also because, as it turns out, adorable little five-year-olds dancing, smiling and shaking their groove thing {in a totally appropriate five-year-old way} pulls at my heart strings - especially when one of those dancing chickadees is mylittle five year old.Oh. My. Heck.So cute.
Well that and the sweet little 4th grader who didn’t allow her down syndrome to get in the way of a perfect dance performance.I don’t think she did a single move on beat, but it didn’t bother her or the audience.She really was the star of the show.It was the perfect reminder to dance like nobody is watching.Or better yet, to dance like you are the prima ballerina and the entire world showed up to watch your sell-out performance.I wish y'all could have seen it. It was just the sweetest thing. I’m willing to bet you would have cried too.
Anyway, a little video tribute to Brynlee’s first ever dance recital.
It’s Monday, you guys.And my kids are sick.They’ve been sick since last Wednesday.I was almost certain that we’d beaten the bug when both kids were feeling well on Saturday.But not a chance, stupid thing came back with a vengeance Sunday morning – guess it showed us whose boss.Jerk.
I had every intention of going to bed early tonight to try and recover from my wild weekend spent with Jami&Co {read: grocery shopping, closet Facebook stalking under Jami’s disguise, and an afternoon outing to the land of distress and torment more commonly known as the McDonalds play land.}But then Spencer had to stay up late to finish a homework assignment and I decided to join him.Because really, what good is marrying yourself a wife if not to stay up with you until all hours of the night, sprawled out on the comfy reclining chair, typing obnoxiously loud on her laptop while you, slouched over a pile of books on the toy room floor, wrestle with intricate engineering homework while attempting to answer her eighteen HUNDRETH question about how to convert a .mov file to .avi file.
Well aside from perfectly executed tutorials, professional self-taken pictures, fantastic giveaways, pizzazz, correct grammar, properly used commas and, you know {inhale. exhale} coherent thoughts.
Video. I think my blog need more video.
Actually, the need for video never crossed my mind. But then I had a thought while I was video recording* Spencer throwing the kids in the air. {This life of mine, it's fabulous indeed}. Wouldn't it be fun if I had my own cam? You know, like the type of cam that you see on TV. Where one of the hosts slash contestants slash late night TV correspondents goes around recording video with their very own camera. Resulting in an output that has poorer quality than the rest of the show and has Paige's Cam or Ross's Cam or Whoever's Cam in gray lettering down on the bottom of the screen?
Kelly, from Live with Regis and Kelly, has one. Kelly's Cam. And let's be honest, I'm juuusssst about as classy as Kelly {she says as she adjusts her sports bra and wipes toddler pudding hand prints off of her faded hooded sweater} {the same sweater she wore yesterday} {and quite possibly the same sweater she wore to a high school football game back in 1998}.
{Go Wildcats!}.
To be honest, I'm not 100% certain that Kelly actually has a cam since I haven't seen the show in years, but I do remember one episode where she did. Or at least I think I remember an episode where she did. Yeah, I'm about 67% certain she had a cam.
Please don't use anything on this blog as hard evidence.
Anyway, since I had already written the blog post and didn't want it to die a quick death with all other unpublished posts, and because I knew Spence was going to be so proud of the static I put on the video. . . without his help. . . I grabbed a second video that just happened to be saved to my desktop. This one is short and sweet. But no laugh, so I felt safe. And so should you.