Wednesday,
June 21st, 2006. The performers from the Once Upon A Blue Ridge
theater troupe once again impressed us with the latest installment from their
weekly Living Storybook series. Our fifteen year old nephew Jesse,
who took theater last year and is visiting us for a few weeks, gave last night's
performance of Snow White a positive review as well, although that could have
been influenced by the cute actresses playing the lead roles. Jackson
learned at his Arts Alive camp sponsored by The Surry Arts Council that they
would need volunteers for last night's show and he went fully prepared to get on
stage. In his first role of the evening, he started as
a seed that grew into
a tree helping to hide the
fair Snow White from the evil Queen. His next role, as
one of the seven
dwarfs, took him onstage, which he exited at the end, announcing "Pleeeease, no
autographs!" While Ben's attention remained focused on the
show, I think part of that was from concern over what the witch was going to do
next. Whenever the witch's dialog centered around one of her plans, Ben
would lean over to me and whisper "what's going to happen?"
While Jackson went to Arts Alive, Amy and Ben ran errands around town. We
live in a small town and it's funny to see the reaction to Ben's haircut
wherever he goes. Everyone has something to say about it. When they
stopped by the train store on Main Street, Mr. Mike took Ben into the backroom
to show his haircut off to the people working there.
This morning, as I walked by Amy's laptop, I noticed that the Google Search box in her browser's toolbar had "three year olds + tantrums" in it. That might clue you into something that we've been dealing with lately at our house.
Amy, Jackson, Ben, Jesse and our friend Matthew spent three hours yesterday afternoon cooling off at the pool. Tonight, Jackson, Jesse, Ben and I went to our friend Jenny Slate's pool (I'll post more on that tomorrow). We are really enjoying having Jesse with us, both because he is good company and because he is a huge help with the kids. I don't know if I'll ever want a third child, but if we could pop one out that was already fifteen, I'd think about it.
