For those of you who don't know, both of our sets of parents live in the same stake. In fact, according to Google Maps, they live about .6 miles away from each other. This can be very convenient. For example, tonight Jacob and Josie both were in their ward roadshows. Lucky for us, we were able to attend both since they were held on the same night, in the same building, one right after the other.
Josie played the part of "Dottie" in "The Wizard of Shaw." President Shaw is the stake president and at stake conference he used a 2-by-4 to illustrate his talk, so they sang "Follow the two by four" and did a lot of silly puns about his 2 by 4--read the Book of Mormon and go to tithing settlement every year, go to the temple and fast monthly, and I frankly don't remember what the weekly and daily things are. Probably reading scriptures and praying for the daily...and church attendance and something else for the weekly ones. Anyway, it was cute.
The Bus Stop and sang the song Money, Money. You know how it goes, "Money, money, money. MONEY!" Emily remarked that it was type-casting. And she's right. It is very characteristic for Jacob to go around singing the same word over and over and over again. Just ask him how Pat-a-cake goes. He'll answer, "Pat a cake, pat a cake, bake me a cake. Pat a cake, pat a cake, bake me a cake! Pat a cake..." Oh, or the clean up song; he sings it like this, "Clean up, clean up, everybody clean up, clean up! Clean up, clean up, everybody clean up, clean cup! Clean up, clean up..."
He's really good at getting down one line and he delivered his beautifully.
They both did wonderfully, but we left before seeing all the other shows. Little did we know that we'd have to deal with a little more melodrama when we got home. Rachel fell asleep in the car on the way and was so tired when we got her out of her car seat, just lolling around in my arms, so we figured that she would want to go to bed. We were wrong. Instead she decided that putting her to bed was the most awful thing we could ever do to her.
She was madder than a wet hornet! We were listening to her from the living room and laughing because she wasn't even really crying. She was just yelling, with a deep, growly voice.
"MMMMAAAAA! *pause* MMMAAAAAAAAA! *pause* GRRRRRR *animal noises* GRRRRR *dinosaur noises, pause* MMMMAAAA!"
Finally I looked at Andrew,
"I don't think she's going to calm down."
He agreed so we went in there. There was no way she was going to put herself to sleep.
She had pulled herself up and was yelling at the top of her lungs and then stopping to suck on the crib bar and then yelling some more.
After rocking her for about twenty minutes she had calmed down enough to fall asleep so I put her down and she cried for a few minutes. The cry turned into a whimper and then she closed her eyes and nuzzled up to her crib bumper. She was so tired! I don't know why she didn't just go to sleep in the first place.