I've long been an awards show junky. In my youth, I was known to turn the red carpet show on at 3 p.m. (when you live on the west coast, the Oscar coverage starts early). Pre-celebratory cocktails and hors d'oeuvres would soon follow, though my dress was always casual.
Last night the Golden Globe Awards were on. As you can imagine, my pre-awards show regimen
these days differs just a tad from days gone by. After dinner was made and cleaned up, after lunches for the next day were packed, after four small bodies were bathed and tucked into bed (four bathed on the same night! That feat--not that I did it alone--high five, Erin!) will make me feel accomplished for at least 36 hours)--we collapsed onto living room couches. Leftover Chinese food for me and a cobbled together hamburger for Erin, followed by Diet Pepsi and Bailey's (no, not together). I know, you're jealous. It's OK.
I thought Tina Fey and Amy Poehler were wonderful. My only complaint is there wasn't enough of them. It seemed like last year its was the Ricky Gervais show (snore) whereas this year, Tina and Amy were hardly seen.
I'm not going to talk about the fact that I have set a new record in that I have literally seen none of the movies nominated for best picture.
As we always do, Erin and I had loads of fun making fun of everyone and trash talking fashion. And it's always fun to see celebrities get tipsy and make speeches.
It was around 9:30 that I heard rustling coming from Leo's room. I thought maybe he'd fallen out of bed (I wasn't alarmed since his mattress happens to be three inches from the floor). Minutes later, there was the little man himself.
"Good morning, Mommy," he greeted me. At 9:37 p.m.
I told him it wasn't morning but night time. That it was late and he had to go back to bed. But Leo was in a funny sort of half-awake dream state. He returned to his room for a minute and came back with a pillow and blanket. He made himself a little bed of sorts on the chair across from Erin and me. And proceeded to watch the Golden Globes. I was too tired to stop him. I figured he would probably fall asleep in the chair and, confession: Leo is a lot of fun to stay up with. Like all kids, he's completely different when the spotlight is on him, when he's not competing with the attention of three other little people.
His favorite part was clapping after all the speeches. He was outraged that Erin and I were not doing so.
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I spent a rare day alone with Harry and Lucy on Saturday. Erin took Leo and Ellie to the American Museum of Natural History and the long awaited planetarium (Leo has literally been talking about going daily, for months). More on that in a minute.
It was nice having time with just the babies. Even with two toddlers, the house felt really, really quiet without the big kids. I forget sometimes, how much they play with the twins, how much they occupy and amuse (and yes, aggravate) them. By afternoon I found myself watching the clock, checking to see how much longer until I had to go pick up the rest of the gang at the train station.
Lucy is in a really, really (did I mention really?) whiny phase right now. She follows me around and just wants me to hold her. She hangs on me. If I'm wearing yoga or pajama pants? Look out. Those suckers are pulled down, so desperate is that girl to get to me. I acquiesce when I can but of course, it's not always possible. I made the mistake of teaching her "uppy" (not sure what I was thinking) and that's her new favorite word. Ellie went through a similar thing around this age. This too shall pass and all of that. It's really not a big thing, it's just very noticeable.
Harry, meanwhile, is Mr. Chill. Except that the pathetic little guy is setting a new record for how long it takes to birth a molar. Poor dude can't fit his little fists far enough into his own mouth to soothe himself. He's woken up screaming inconsolably several times in the last week. Saturday he wouldn't even sit in his high chair and was only content to be spoon fed plain Greek yogurt while he sat in my lap. Rough life.
More on the planetarium: Apparently "Journey to the Stars" was a tad too exciting as they both lasted exactly two minutes before freaking out and demanding to leave due to presumed sensory overload. Ah, well.
Looking at models of planets is fun. And not scary at all.
And you can't beat a good dinosaur bone.
While Erin and the big kids had adventures in the city, the twins and I held court in the suburbs. Costco never disappoints. Six gallons of milk (yes, we are that family) and three vats of blueberries later (Leo is on a blueberry kick) we were on our way (with a few other things too).
And sometimes, just for fun I look at pictures like this
and this
and think:
A) How did I ever leave the house?
B) WOW. It's so much more awesome now.
