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Entries in dress up (2)


Tell Me I am Not Becoming 'That Mom'

I have never been 'That Mom'

I've never asked for special consideration for my kids.

I've always respected the decision of the teacher, instructor, camp director, etc.

I've let my kids fight their own fights, fall down, even fail at things.

But I'm this close to saying something to someone at the place where one of my girls is taking an acting class.

$300 and Three Lines

Weekly acting classes at the fancy academy cost $300.

That isn't, as far as activities go, an exhorbitant amount of money. I know that.

My daughter seems to enjoy the class each week, though she has complained about the younger kids, "not taking it seriously." 

As her first official acting class, I suppose she is getting experience developing new skills, right?

So this week when she was given her assignment for the play I was curious to see how many lines I'll have to help her memorize. (A little something you may not have known is that when I turned 30 I took acting classes at a theater in downtown DC. This makes me an experienced thespian in my book).


Three lines.

She is one of 4 Narrators.

So, it's not like it's bad enough to be the Narrator. I mean, does the Narrator even ACT? But to have to share the role with three other kids while every single other kid in the class (even the young, annoying ones) have roles with fun dress-up clothes and...LOTS of LINES?

Well that just seems wrong.

Were it the school play, I wouldn't be annoyed.

Were it a real production where you audition, I wouldn't be annoyed.

But I'm paying for her to memorize and perfect her acting technique with 3 lines?

That's $100 per line!

I want to say something, but I don't want to be 'That Mom'.

I want to suggest they find a play with enough roles so there doesn't have to be 4 narrators.

I want my daughter to have a role that requires "a fancy dress, heals and jewelry" so I can see her smile wide with pride and excitement.

But I don't want to be 'That Mom'.

So, instead of becoming "That Mom" who tries to bend the rules, I'm going to invoke my own rule.

The narrator role calls for her to wear a plain, black dress. My rule is that every simple black dress needs heels and jewelry and other fancy accessories. She will smile with pride and excitement and she will deliver her lines with perfection. All three of them.



Fashion Friday - Don't play with mommy's Choos

The twins love to play dress up in my closet. They love the handbags, the scarves, and Em especially loves my shoes. Here's what the floor of my closet looks like after she is done:



But there is one pair of shoes that are off limits and apparently even The Mister knows this.

Me, whining... "Ohhhhh - Emmmmm! Can you please put my shoes back when you are done with them!"

Em, "I'm sorry mommy!"

Me, "Oh nooo - not my Jimmy Choos."

To my shock and surprize I hear from The Mister,

"Jimmy Choo?!?! You have Jimmy Choo shoes?? Em you are not allowed to play with those shoes!"

Me after picking my jaw up off the floor, "YOU know Jimmy Choo?"

The Mister, "Everyone knows Jimmy Choo! When did you get those??"

Jimmy Choo shoes

The Mister - football loving, fashion hater who broke into a sweat when I brought home an orange shirt (he's never branched out beyond navy, white, green and grey). This man knows Jimmy Choo?

Everyone. Knows. Jimmy Choo.

But not everyone can wear my Choos.