This week's festivities included a stellar performance. My 2nd and 3rd grade drama club members wowed the packed crowd of proud parents and my husband last evening.
They performed The Magic School Bus Inside the Human Body.
I was in charge of the red blood cells and germs backstage.
The germs and single white blood cell prepared for their run across the stage.
This blurry shot was the red blood cells' dance to a very catchy tune entitled "Circulation."
Did you know that I was the after school drama director?
Fitting, no?
That is a fib.
I was the school drama director's trusty assistant.
I never did show choir, school plays or any other such nonsense, despite my mother's bribes to buy me Samantha Parkington's entire wardrobe if I simply auditioned for Children's Theatre.
I refused.
I was one stubborn little lass.
My besty, Jake, is like the Max Fischer of elementary dramatic productions. He was in Purdue's Glee Club, and has vast experience in the dramatic arts.
This picture demonstrates that.
His wife is an equally talented thespian.
I believe they actually met on stage.
Dorks.
Jake and I were the Rogers and Hammerstein of the elementary scene. I laughed constantly as we practiced each Monday. I thought of Corky St. Clair, Libby Mae Brown and my other favorite characters from "Waiting For Guffman." We took this production very seriously.
I had my first prenatal massage.
Prenatal massage is different from regular massage because you never lie on your back or stomach, but rather on your side clutching a huge body pillow as if it was a piece of wreckage from the Titanic.
It was heavenly. It was so heavenly that I fell asleep and had to be awakened by the masseuse. I like that word. I was so oiled up afterwards that I nearly slipped in the shower. Consider that my public service announcement for post massage safety. Do be careful.
Our weekly awkward photo shoot went particularly poorly.
We aren't really mastering the cute maternity photo sessions.
21 weeks and the marination continues.
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