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"This is stupid!"
Feb. 17th, 2009 03:54 pm.
Sarah's out of school this week, so it's the Dad show all week, starring me as the source of all entertainment. She has videos that she watches, but she'd so much rather watch them with somebody. I'm hoping she'll grow out of that, but I accept about half the time. We went to the Y yesterday to swim, but they unfurled the inflatable slide almost as soon as we got there, which completely takes up all the usable space in the pool. I was rather disgusted at this development.
She started having a sore throat last night, and today she was advised to take it easy, drink tea, and suck on hard candies. Well, she did have some tea. Anyway, she's doing better now. She was in this room watching my TV, so I started watching FLYING DOWN TO RIO in the living room. Of course, she came in right away and wanted to watch her DVDs, and when I said no, she got somewhat tantrumish, so I told her no TV for an hour. She melted down at that and apologized, but I said she needed to think of that first and insisted on the hour. I kept on watching RIO, which she opined was stupid.
She was sulking in the red chair, but her eyes were on the movie, which she assure me she wasn't watching. She was just taking a rest, she said. So I invited her to come sit with me, and she did. Her foot twitched rhythmically during the Carioca. She asked if she could watch her video at three, and I said if she was good she could, and I'd watch the movie in another room. By three, she'd decided the movie was okay, and we discussed it a bit and watched it to the end. She didn't feel like continuing on to ROYAL WEDDING, but I was content with the progress so far. RW has some better dancing in it, but the music might not appeal to her as much.
I saw, with surprised recognition, the name of Skip Martin in the opening credits of ROYAL WEDDING. I have two LPs by him where he combines classical standards with crazed, brassy 1960-vintage Hollywood jazz, as well as downloaded tracks from a purely jazz album based on TV detective music. I sometimes wonder if he's related to Freddy Martin, whose band recorded "Bumble Boogie" and other crossover sides (including a set of "Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker Suite in Dance Tempo -- because I guess ballets are written for something else, y'know).
So the week's going okay so far. Made it to Tuesday. If we're still alive on Friday, Cathy's staying home from work so we can have a family day.
.
Sarah's out of school this week, so it's the Dad show all week, starring me as the source of all entertainment. She has videos that she watches, but she'd so much rather watch them with somebody. I'm hoping she'll grow out of that, but I accept about half the time. We went to the Y yesterday to swim, but they unfurled the inflatable slide almost as soon as we got there, which completely takes up all the usable space in the pool. I was rather disgusted at this development.
She started having a sore throat last night, and today she was advised to take it easy, drink tea, and suck on hard candies. Well, she did have some tea. Anyway, she's doing better now. She was in this room watching my TV, so I started watching FLYING DOWN TO RIO in the living room. Of course, she came in right away and wanted to watch her DVDs, and when I said no, she got somewhat tantrumish, so I told her no TV for an hour. She melted down at that and apologized, but I said she needed to think of that first and insisted on the hour. I kept on watching RIO, which she opined was stupid.
She was sulking in the red chair, but her eyes were on the movie, which she assure me she wasn't watching. She was just taking a rest, she said. So I invited her to come sit with me, and she did. Her foot twitched rhythmically during the Carioca. She asked if she could watch her video at three, and I said if she was good she could, and I'd watch the movie in another room. By three, she'd decided the movie was okay, and we discussed it a bit and watched it to the end. She didn't feel like continuing on to ROYAL WEDDING, but I was content with the progress so far. RW has some better dancing in it, but the music might not appeal to her as much.
I saw, with surprised recognition, the name of Skip Martin in the opening credits of ROYAL WEDDING. I have two LPs by him where he combines classical standards with crazed, brassy 1960-vintage Hollywood jazz, as well as downloaded tracks from a purely jazz album based on TV detective music. I sometimes wonder if he's related to Freddy Martin, whose band recorded "Bumble Boogie" and other crossover sides (including a set of "Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker Suite in Dance Tempo -- because I guess ballets are written for something else, y'know).
So the week's going okay so far. Made it to Tuesday. If we're still alive on Friday, Cathy's staying home from work so we can have a family day.
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