Dragonflies, Butterflies & Lady Bugs

What The Heck's A SAHM???

Sadly, no Pink Floyd fans out there. Yesterday's song was "Us and Them." Edit: I am a forgetful twerp who should recheck her comments before posting. The inimitable hissandtell did indeed correctly guess the song and wins extra Brownie points for being the only one. Do they have Brownie points Down Under, hiss?

Yesterday I was inaugurated as a stay-at-home mom (that's SAHM to those of us in the know ::wink::). I went to the mall with D for a kids' club gathering. Aside from the obvious sponsor-pimping, it was entertaining, though I think Nina was at least as entertained by all the other kids as she was by the show onstage. She paid the most attention whent they were singing songs. I guess when we slapped "Nina Simone" on this kid, she took it to heart. Music is very important for the Nina Bina. My favorite part was when the obviously embarrassed cowboy was dragged from backstage to take his part in the a hem! proceedings. He was the 2004 Lord-High-Muckety-Muck of some cowboy roping contest and blushed like a school girl as he was paraded around the kid-filled atrium. The best part? When they asked him what he had to do to win his title, he mumbled something about "ya throw a rope on a cow and do it faster than anyone else." Doesn't get much simpler than that, does it?

Nina's highlight came when we went to the play area in the mall. Imagine, if you will, toddler nirvana, a space about 40'x40' surrounded by a 4 foot wall and filled with oversized plastic animals and toys just ripe for the climbing. Then fill it with at least 50 wiggling kids followed by their weary moms, who in turn rescue them from bullies and admonish them when they, themselves, are the bullies. One mom left with a particularly horrified look on her face after her little cherub grabbed Nina's jumper and then whapped her upside the head. I didn't even get a chance to say anything -- and wouldn't have anyway. She was obviously tortured enough. Anyway, I suppose these play areas are kind of like our parks here in Arizona, where it is far too hot to play outdoors this time of year.

So my Nina Bobina proved what a beautifully attached baby she is by exploring this preschool play yard all by herself. She walked around and around, dodged the rougher kids by whipping her arms into her body like an Olympic diver and blinking at supersonic speed, and played for ages. Once she got a lock on where I was sitting, she examined every corner of that place. It was good to watch the simple joy on her face as she obsessed over the slide, and at one point, apparently overcome by the heaven around her, simply laid down on the floor and stared at all the action. It healed my heart a little just to watch her. When she realized there was food in this miraculous place too, her face was priceless.

Today's lyrics... back into the 90's, at least:

Senator let's be sincere
as much as we can
he called her up and he said
the new prosecutor soon will be wanting a word
so she's got a soft spot for heels and spurs
and there's something believin' in her voice again
said there's something to believe in
instead of just leavin'

I have said that this artist is the voice of my heart, my emotions. Tomorrow's lyrics will be from the voice of my intellect and my outrage.

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