I was able to go see The Lion King (the musical) at the Orpheum in Minneapolis last weekend. AMAZING!!!! There are really no words to describe it. I have found myself trying to describe the sets, music, and "puppets" but I simply can't do them justice. I went between feeling delighted and full of wonder to bordering on crying from the intensity of the acting and singing and the beauty of it all. In fact, I had to keep telling myself at one point to not be such a loser, you are not supposed to cry at the Lion King. Thankfully my friend (to whom I owe thanks for inviting me along on her family trip) Kate asked if it was just her that felt like crying. I was very curious how they could turn an animated film about animals into a Broadway play, and they did it basically by bringing everything to life - from grasses and water to the sky and the rocky landscape. And the animals were kind of like paper mache puppets but yet not. And the people in/behind/moving the puppets were so animal like in their movements they just blended in....at some points you couldn't even notice or tell there were people there. So, if you get a chance to see it, I would highly recommend it.
In other news....we are moving forward on our house building plans. We have a contract to sign for the blueprints. If you are interested, google First Day Cottages and you will see what our plans are. I am beginning the process of getting the house ready for going on the market (at the end of this month) and looking at prices and styles of everything we will have to include when getting our loan. I was looking at faucets and sinks tonight....geez. How on earth are you supposed to decide??!?! If there weren't so many choices, it may be easier. More to come on this life changing project as time goes on.....
Finally, tonight was a practice in motherhood, as my "child" Foxy hurt her leg to the point where she can't even put weight on it. We were walking and she was playing with another dog and I looked over to see her just sitting with a VERY pathetic face and her paw up. She wouldn't even move basically so I had to carry her home (that was quite the entertainment I'm sure for my neighbors to watch). I found out from Brian that she did a little limping on their walk earlier today so she has pulled or torn something. Side note- I was trying to decide tonight whether to walk Foxy or go to the YMCA and obviously I chose wrong. I was feeling like those choose your own adventure books. "If Lori should go home and walk Foxy, turn to page 48" or "If Lori should go to the Y, turn to page 80." Then you get to page 48 and see, "Oh, that was not the right choice".
So I went out to buy some dog aspirin and brought her food and water to her so she didn't have to move very much. Poor thing. I really don't want to be a worry-wart mom, but I can see that happening in some ways. Kate's kids get the brunt of my worrying, specifically my choking phobia. Every time I'm around and the boys are eating something, I am constantly saying, "Chew that really well" or "Take little bites". They look at me funny and then show me how good they are chewing. What a weirdo I am.
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