Rant pants on...

So, I've really struggled lately with the "voice" I want this blog to have. Do I want it to be funny? Do I want it to be informative? Do I want it to be a glorified diary? So many questions get in the way and the more I try to make it something, the less motivated I become. And then reality set in. I have TWO followers. I am thankful to them for showing interest in my writing enough to follow my blog when I do publish the random post from month to month. I want to build a huge following some day (like Jill Smokler of Scary Mommy) but until then, I think the best way to get that following is just to write. Yeah, it might be all over the place but that's me. I'm all over the place all the time. That being said...here we go. Time to put on my rant pants...

From the time I became a mother, my opinions on a lot of things have changed. From breastfeeding to midwives to those little "leashes" you see parents use for their kids (note: I'm not going to open up THAT can of worms today but I will say this...after you lose your child for even a brief moment in a busy place, your opinions might change as well). But one topic of discussion will almost always keep me busy for a good hour or so and that is the topic of childbirth.

Admittedly, I am THAT woman. I LOVE sharing my birth experiences with anyone who will listen. It's almost always after the fact that I realize that sharing the story of the delivery of my placenta was probably not appropriate dinner conversation. Ok, I kid, I kid...I have never broached that topic of discussion but I will talk your ear off about my labor and delivery story if you so much as look at my child for a second too long. And what's more...I'm not selfish in this fascination. I LOVE hearing everyone's story. I could sit with a group of women and talk for HOURS about our "war stories". Having gone through childbirth I realize that it is freaking awesome! I think it's so awesome that someday I would love nothing more than to become a certified doula. It just amazes me to my very core. That being said...there are some things about it that just piss me off.

I'm at the age now that all my friends and classmates are having babies. I follow their Facebook feeds and wait anxiously along with them while they wait for their bundles of joy and I rejoice with them when said bundle of joy enters the world. What bothers me is how often these ladies are being induced or forced into c-sections that aren't necessary.

I want to preface this rant by saying I am not a medical professional. I will not give you facts or figures so take my rant for what it's worth.

First of all, moms of the world, pregnancy is long and uncomfortable and I realize you want nothing more than to hold that precious baby in your arms but forcing that baby out before he or she is ready is not good for you or your baby. Yes, I understand there is a time and a place for everything, including labor induction, but asking your doctor for an induction because your back hurts or you're just tired of being pregnant is not a good reason. True story: I know a woman who asked her doctor for an induction because she was just so uncomfortable and her doctor obliged because she was "close enough" to her due date. Her baby spent the first 24 hours of its life in the NICU because its lungs were not fully developed.

Allow yourself to pause in your reading to gaze into this angel face for a moment of zen

. Charlotte Rose 3-28-08

Secondly, let's talk about Pitocin (aka Juice of the Devil). I don't know why doctors like to dole that out like it's candy but seriously, it needs to stop. It is my understanding (that is supported by fact) that the use of Pitocin can significantly raise your eventual need for a C-section. Now, I'm not sure if that's caused by the Pitocin itself or if that happens when it's paired with an epidural (which you will probably end up wanting because, let's face it, Pitocin contractions hurt...bad!). Regardless, my opinion is that medical interventions often lead to a domino effect of more medical interventions. And most of the time, the administration of Pitocin is done for the doctor's/hospital's sake...not yours. Case in point, when I was in labor with my oldest, my water broke at 3:30am. Most doctors like you to deliver within 24 hours of your water breaking to prevent infection...I get that. However, at around 5cm dilated (which was around 11:30am...give or take) it was determined that I was not making enough progress and that Pitocin would need to be used...I was nowhere near the 24 hour danger zone and I was clearly making progress so why was it "needed"...did I mention I went into labor on a Friday? Yeah...seems to me that my OB/GYN didn't want me screwing up her weekend. Now, why didn't I speak up for myself? Well, I was so doped up on pain meds (that were given to me without much explanation of the side effects which basically consisted of me blacking out between each contraction). Kind of hard to make medical decisions when you're passed out. Oh, but why didn't I have a birth plan? That's because at my 35 week check up my OB/GYN didn't think it was necessary to discuss it because I still had "plenty of time" (I went into labor/gave birth that same week). I honestly feel I was robbed of my goddess moment because all the power was in the hands of my doctor and I think most women accept this fate because they're just a pregnant woman against a medical professional.

Rocking helped relieve the pain of those pesky contractions

Oh, you know...just updating my Facebook status between contractions...like a boss...

So, how can we stop all this unnecessary intervention? First and foremost, educate yourself! Watch The Business of Being Born. It's truly an eye-opener on how childbirth is handled and viewed in this country. It's not a medical emergency that needs to be treated as quickly as possible. It is the most natural thing in the world and should be treated as such. When you educate yourself you can advocate for yourself. When my youngest was on the way, I walked into that OB/GYN's office like I owned the place. I looked my NEW OB straight in the eye and told him that unless it was an extreme medical circumstance that I would NOT be using Pitocin. If induction was needed (and it was) I would be induced the most natural way possible (which I feel I was) and that I would be allowed to move freely and I would not be offered pain meds unless I asked for them (which...due to the most excruciating back labor ever and complete lack of rest my nurses AND I thought it best that I use a one time intrathecal dose of anesthetic to allow me some rest...the dose lasted just over an hour and I was able to feel the urge to push when it was time). I made my birth plan known from the beginning. I accepted that plans change and that my doctor would keep me completely abreast of any changes or concerns he may have. The ONLY concession I had to make was that in asking for a more natural approach to induction (breaking of my water) that I had to be within my 24 hour safety zone. We agreed that if I had not made progress at the 6 hour mark then we would have to use the devil juice. THANK THE LORD my cervix was cooperative! The fact is, if I had not taken the time to educate myself on my options, I would have just blindly accepted that Pitocin was the only way to go. All I know is natural childbirth (well...like 95% natural) is the most empowering thing a woman can experience. I felt like a freaking goddess holding that newborn in my arms for the first time. No one can take that feeling away from me and no one should take it away from you because it's more convenient for them.

Almost 10 hours in and still smiling (this may or may not have been during my medicated state)

Finally, I want to touch on something just to make sure I don't piss anyone off too terribly. I understand plans change, emergencies happen, or you just don't like pain. I get that. Natural childbirth is not for everyone and it is a personal choice every woman should make for themselves. Having a more "non-natural" birth does not make you less of a woman by any means (uh, you grew a freaking human...you win...forever!). My rant is not meant to make any of those mommies feel bad. My rant is directed at doctors who have little to no interest in your desires and opt to pump women full of synthetic hormones so they don't miss their 9am tee time Saturday morning. Don't let some man/woman in a white coat bully you into something you're not comfortable with. Use your mommy instinct and don't be afraid to stick up for yourself. Think of that baby belly as a bomb strapped to your chest...I mean really...who should really be calling the shots in that L&D suite?
Childbirth is so amazing! It's beautiful and empowering. Seriously...I could have taken on the world at the moment I naturally gave birth to my 9lb 3oz baby girl. I stared at her for days and thought to myself "You came out of me...and it hurt...but I'm still alive! I can take on the world!!!" True story folks...

So, in conclusion...I know this is a bit all over the place but if you take anything from this post, let it be this: EDUCATE so you can ADVOCATE. Don't let anyone bully you into doing something you're not comfortable with just because they have a fancy piece of paper on the wall and a lab jacket.

Rant pants OFF. G'night world!

Wal-Mart: Always a pain...always

So, I have kind of been struggling with good ol' writer's block. Every time I think I have a good topic and I sit down to write...poof! I cant put it into words and I give up. I blame mommy brain...(it all comes back to the kids doesn't it). Anyway, something happened to me this week that I want to share because, despite an appropriate "cool down" period, I'm still pissed.

Let me start off by telling you a little about my job before I became a SAHM. I have always worked in the retail/customer service fields. More recently I was a lead teller at a local bank. I have always had a passion for serving others in the retail/customer service rep (CSR) capacity so it really irks me when I get poor customer service.

Wal-Mart is known for a lot of things. Super stores, low prices, women in poorly fitted pajama pants, etc. But one thing I can say, for certain, they are not known for (or at least shouldn't be known for) is customer service. Here's my story...

This week I was on my weekly grocery/supply run when I remembered that I still needed to make a cape for my BIL for Halloween. So, I made a B-line to fabrics to pick up some black fabric. Carrigan and I picked out what we needed and made our way to the cutting table. As per usual, there was no one there. No big deal I thought. Just ring the bell. After ringing said bell several times (and sometimes quite obnoxiously I'll admit) I had NO response. After about 10 minutes of waiting, a "skilled" Wal-Mart associate asks me if I've been helped. Upon hearing my answer, she assures me she would page somebody to that department immediately.  At this point, I'm more than irritated. I have a grumpy 3 year old in the cart begging for snacks (when isn't she begging for snacks?!) and quite frankly, I know I'm a SAHM and my schedule is pretty open but the fact still remains...mama has s#!& to do! The last thing I want to do is waste my entire morning at Wal-Mart. Anyway, I digress. At the sound of the "customer needs assistance in fabrics" announcement, I figure someone should be RUNNING to my aide, right? WRONG! I waited another 5 minutes! NOTHING!

I finally decided enough was enough...time to find a manager. Upon finding said manager, I explained my situation. I explained that, in my opinion, when you hear an announcement that a customer needs help, people should be tripping over each other to get there. The manager made a call and then, very officially, tells me that the woman who works in that department is out today. Um...okay, I still need my stuff! She then makes another call and then informs me that someone was now back there waiting for me. Well, okay...thanks? What really bothered me is that I got NO APOLOGIES...JUST EXCUSES. I don't give a crap that Sue from fabrics isn't here today. HOW ARE YOU GOING TO HANDLE THIS?!

Anyway, to finish my tale, I got my fabric and a sulked off into the florescent blue yonder. I'm sure I was probably that customer I used to hate waiting on, but frankly, I feel I earned the right to be pissy. However, I have been left thinking "who's really to blame?". Is it the associates who didn't rush to my aid? Was it the manager for offered excuses in place of apologies? Was it me for waiting so long to seek help? In this, I have come to a conclusion. It's Wal-Mart. We've all heard the saying "You get what you pay for" so what did the Wal-Mart corporate headquarters think they were going to get by paying their employees poverty wages? Believe me...they are definitely getting what they're paying for.

I know some of you are reading this thinking "If you hate Wal-Mart so much, why do you go there?". The simple answer is necessity. The town I live in has few options. Everyone in my town hates Wal-Mart, but we all trudge there every week because we have very few options. One thing is for sure, as soon as a new store opens it's doors, they will have my business. Wal-Mart, until then, rest assured that I hate your freaking guts and I would like nothing more than to see your whole evil corporation crumble to the ground.

8:46am

It was a Tuesday morning in September not so long ago. I was 16 and I had dreams of a life outside my small Indiana town. My dream was to move to New York and grace the Broadway stage...hell, I would have settled for being a lowly shop girl in New York if it meant I got to live in that fairytale of a city. On September 10th, 2001, the city was still a magical place. I would see it's iconic skyline and feel at home. New York was my dream...my escape. I had never been there but I would still manage to escape there in my mind and feel like I belonged. I didn't always feel that way...it's tough being a small town girl with big city ideas sometimes...at least it was back then. However, I digress.

At 8:46 am September 11, 2001 the world stopped turning...but I didn't know. My classmates and I were in the middle of ISTEP testing (Indiana's standardized test) and unbeknownst to us all the world we had woken up to that morning, a beautiful September morning full of promise and hope, was changed forever. It wasn't until we were released for lunch that we all knew. I was a student aide for our school's junior high choir and when I walked in to the classroom, all eyes were on the TV staring at a smoking pile of rubble. When I asked what happened all anyone could say was "They're gone, the Twin Towers are gone". I saw tears in everyone's eyes that day. Everyone's heart was broken. The dream I had once held so dear to my heart was shattered. Now my escape was no longer a dream, but a nightmare. I no longer had that calming, belonging feeling when I thought about New York. Suddenly, the narrow back roads of Northern Indiana didn't seem that bad. Perhaps that's a blessing but part of me still feels a loss. My heart still breaks every time I see the images of those burning towers...not just for myself but especially for everyone who lost someone that day or had to experience that day up close and personally.

In 2005, I finally fulfilled PART of my original dream. I visited New York on my honeymoon and I had a wonderful time...but I didn't feel at home. I will never know if I would have ever felt at home to be honest. My husband and I visited Ground Zero of course. It was the most surreal moment of my life. In a city that is so chaotic, so busy, that site was still so quiet. The mood was somber...no words can describe the emotion I felt...and this was almost 6 years after that horrific day. I will never forget the way that place made me feel.
Everyone has a 9/11 story. This is mine. I know in the grand scheme of things, I was lucky because I was in small town Indiana watching it happen instead of personally living the nightmare but it doesn't change the fact that it changed the course of my life forever. It changed us all forever. I wouldn't change what I have for all the Tony awards in the world but part of me still wishes I could go back to being the wide-eyed dreamer I was prior to that Tuesday in September. We all lost a little bit of our wide-eyed innocence that day.
Say a special prayer for our country today. Blessings to you all and our country.

Demolishing Mean Girl Behavior

Well, it's been awhile and I'm sorry. Things have been pretty crazy around here with back to school preparation and end of summer fun. Thankfully, as of Tuesday, I officially became the mother of a kindergartner. I was really looking forward to this day as the sibling rivalry/bickering was reaching a fever pitch and to be honest, it was making me a little crazy. I never really understood why parents look forward to sending their little ones back to school but now, after my first summer as a SAHM, I can say, without a beat, that I TOTALLY get it now. I love my girls but I HATE the fighting.

When she grows up, she wants to be a ballerina.

 That being said though, at least for the first few weeks I'm sure, the peace I get during the day with only having one child to care for, is quickly made up for in the afternoon with a whiny and overtired kindergartner. All day school is hard for a 5 year old. As overwhelming as this whole kindergarten thing has been, it's opened up a dialogue that I'm very thankful to be having with my girls.

Always the ham

Growing up, I was always kind of awkward. I always felt like I was on the outside looking in. Always trying to fit in with the "cool kids" and always coming up short. I had a group of friends throughout elementary school that I am very thankful NOW...but back then, I always took them for granted.

I still don't understand why I was never prom queen

By the time I reached Jr High and High School, I had the pleasure for dealing with the mean girls. Honestly, I think any female of a certain age (well really, ANY age) will be able to tell you that the movie Mean Girls, in fact, was about THEIR high school experience. I wont say high school was terrible (believe me...other people had it much worse) but I would have loved for someone to stick up for me when the mean girls put me down or made me feel small. I wish I had stuck up for myself...but again, I just wanted to be liked. Admittedly, I brought it on myself sometimes. I blame shows like Dawson's Creek and Gilmore Girls for expanding my vocabulary to epic proportions. High school mean girls don't like it when you use words they don't understand while you correct their grammar. Also, I blame my mom for exposing me to classic cinema at an early age. Again, high school mean girls don't like it when you audibly guffaw at their lack of classic movie trivia (seriously, you don't know who Gene Kelly is? We cant be friends...). You know...I'm reading all this and realizing that maybe I was the mean girl. Really...aren't we all from time to time?

Anyway...I'm rambling...the point I'm TRYING to make is that I am starting a dialogue early with my daughter on the effects of bullying (whether it be physical, verbal, emotional). I've seen the beginnings of a bullying nature in her and I'm gonna nip that crap in the bud like yesterday! She's not a hitter (as most girls aren't) but her favorite tactic is uttering the phrase "Well, I'm not gonna be your friend if you don't do this". I've been there, I've felt that sting, and my daughter will not be THAT girl. So, on the first day of school, we sat down and had a little object lesson. An object lesson I plan to make a first day of school tradition.

This is what you need: A clean piece of paper...that's it.

Admittedly, I found this little lesson on Pinterest but I found it to be very effective (even for a 5 year old). Charlotte and I sat down with the said piece of paper. I told her the paper represented one of her classmates. I asked her to look at how clean the paper was...no dirt, no wrinkles,etc. This "person" was on top of the world and feeling pretty good about life and themselves. Then I wrinkled a corner and explained that someone just called him/her a stinky head. I wrinkled another corner and told her that someone pushed him/her on the playground. I wadded a little more and told her that no one wanted to play with him/her and so on and so forth until the whole paper was wadded up in a tight little ball. I then asked her what we could do to make it better. Of course she said we should apologize so I then started to straighten out the paper. Of course the paper was still very wrinkled. I told Charlotte that the object of this lesson was to teach her that even when we say we're sorry, the hurt from being mean to someone is still there.

Honestly, I didn't expect her to get it but I really think she did. I asked her to be on the look out for kids who didn't have anyone to play with and to reach out and be their friend. The world NEEDS kids like that. Thankfully at the age of 5, most kids are happy to play with anyone who wants to play but kids are being bullied at a younger age every day. Breaks my heart to hear of anyone taking their own life in any situation but when a child does it because they feel so broken is just heart wrenching.
I encourage you all to start the dialogue with your kids ASAP. Do NOT tolerate bullying on any level. I swear if I hear another person give the excuse of "kids will be kids" or "this is an important life skill to master and kids need to suck it up". Um, no, an important life skill is to teach your children is how to treat others with respect! No kid "deserves" to be bullied...even if they don't know who Gene Kelly is (I'm sorry...I couldn't resist). I know school comes with up and downs and I know that my daughter will eventually meet a "mean girl" but I will do everything in my power to see to it that she is not the mean girl. I want her to be the girl that everyone loves because of her beautiful heart and warm personality. Let's all teach our kids to be that person. Stand strong and set the example.
Well, until I blog again, I hope the start of fall finds you well. Welcome to the season of PUMPKIN EVERYTHING!

Regarding Order and Discipline...

So I have been trying to establish some order in this house in several ways. I have been doing some much needed organizing of all areas of the house (you're welcome, husband), I've got a nice little schedule going for myself, and, above all, I am working on establishing a discipline system for our girls. Through the process of trial and error I think we have finally settled on something that works pretty well for us. It's a behavior chart paired with a consequence jar. Allow me to explain.

I organized the crap out of my cleaning supplies today...WHAT WHAT!!

So, I was partaking in one of my favorite hobbies (binge pinning on Pinterest) when I stumbled upon a discipline system that intrigued me. It was a pretty rainbow colored chart that had encouraging words such as awesome and super and some not so encouraging words such as oops and warning. Basically, it works like this. Each child starts on Good Job everyday. If they make a positive behavior choice, they get to "move up" to SUPER. If they make it all the way to AWESOME then they get a stone in their jar. Now, the blog I got this from had an individual jar for each kid which is probably ideal, but we had our "Caught Ya Bein Good" jar leftover from a failed "Supernanny" technique. It still works because they have to also work together to get stones...they encourage each other to make good choices...sometimes. And by encourage each other, I mean Charlotte bosses everyone around. The kid is a tyrant sometimes. If they make a poor behavior choice, they must move down to Oops (unless they do something to intentionally hurt each other, then they move to 5 Minutes) and then draw a consequence from the jar. I really like the consequence jar most of all. The consequences are completely customizable to your family needs and they keep me from yelling until I'm blue in the face. It's like a brief time-out for everyone We have standard ones in there like pick up your room, five minutes of no talking, no TV for 30 mins, etc but then we also have non-traditional consequences like give one toy of your choice to Goodwill, give mommy a back rub (my personal favorite), and draw a picture for someone at church. The possibilities are endless! Whatever you do, just make sure they're age appropriate (i.e Don't expect your 3 year old to wash the dishes or run the vacuum). And throw some silly ones in there (quack like a duck, sing a silly song, etc)...they may laugh and have fun (which may seem backwards if they're supposed to be being "punished") but it will distract them from their poor behavior and you wont be yelling as much. Win-win in my book. Oh, and if they're "in the red" and they do something to "move up" they can only move one space at a time. Tommie does a great job explaining it in her post...I feel like I'm describing a hastily thrown together board game...I promise this works though!

The Horn Family Behavior Chart/Consequence Jar System. The "Caught Ya Bein Good" Jar was from a previous behavior modification technique. Now we use it as our jar to collect stones for our good behavior.

So, what's to motivate our girls to "move up" the board? Well, if at the end of the day they're in the "green" (good job, super, or awesome). They get 5 stones in their good behavior jar. Once the jar is full, they get a prize (right now we're working for a trip to Jungle Joe's which is an indoor inflatable amusement park). We're almost there!

JUNGLE JOE'S!!!!!! Oh yeah, adults can enjoy the fun too...

All in all, our system is working. It helps them remain accountable and it motivates them to make good behavior choices. Hell, it's even motivated my 5 year old to go above and beyond what's normally expected of her just so she can "move up". There is no sweeter sound than your soon to be kindergartner saying "Mommy, can I have a wet towel so I can wipe off the tables for you?" Um, let me think...HELL YEAH YOU CAN! PARENTING WIN!

So, if you're at your wits end with your child's behavior, I highly recommend you try this system. It works and it has saved me sooo much yelling and that is worth it many times over in my world. Thank you again to Tommie of Oh My Gluestick for the idea and for helping establish some much needed order to our home.

PS: My girls have never made it to Lose Privileges but if they did, it would be losing TV time, bedtime stories, etc. Honestly, they've only made it as far as the 5 Minutes. Thankfully that's been enough to scare them straight but we'll see how the long winter months go...Lord help us all in the winter months...

My crazy girls...Charlotte and The New Jan Brady

Are you there God? It's me, Awkward...

I remember the moment my husband and I realized we would have two girls growing up in our home. I took sadistic joy when I informed him that was at least 4 proms to buy dresses for and 2 weddings to pay for...seriously, I've never seen a face fall so quickly...it was priceless. However, Chris was quick to remind me that I would be responsible for any future "talks" that would inevitably need to be had. I think he was thinking my color would drain just as quickly. Pssh...whatever dude...I'm a lady. I can handle the "woman" talk when the time came. And I vowed to be open and honest to any questions my little ladies might have. I was going to be their go to person for every womanly question or trouble they might have.

Fast forward a few years later. Our scene opens up on a frazzled, youngish stay at home mom in the grocery store trying to get her 5 year old daughter to put down the box of Tampax she just put in the cart and, most importantly, trying to get said 5 year old to stop asking (loudly I might add) MOMMY? WHAT ARE THESE FOR?! WHY DO YOU NEED THESE? CAN I GET SOME TOO? WHY WONT YOU TELL ME WHAT THEY'RE FOR?! At that moment, it hit me. The questions don't start when their bodies start to change...and I choked.

Now, this isn't the first time these questions have been asked of me (however, this was the most public experience...I saw you laughing at me Kroger associate). Any mommy will tell you that once your kids become mobile, all further "private moments" in the bathroom become essentially none existent so naturally they have had their questions. Sadly, I don't think I've given them good answers. I usually just try to distract them or change the subject. But why? I'm not embarrassed. It's completely natural and they're going to have to deal with it sooner than later. And then, it hit me. I want my little girls to be little girls for as long as humanly possible. Let's face it ladies...being a woman sucks sometimes. Our body is crazy. Seriously, the joys of womanhood are not for the faint of heart so why do I want to shatter the illusion at such a young age. When the time comes, I'll know it's time to answer the tough questions and bring those illusions crashing on down. Yes, I'll give the facts but I refuse to be one of these moms that celebrates their daughter's passage into womanhood with her very own copy of Are you there God? It's Me Margaret...I will welcome them to the club with a pan of brownies and a heating pad and a knowing look that says "You see why I didn't want to discuss this at a Kroger when you were 5?"

 All joking aside, I really do hope my girls feel comfortable talking to me about the tough stuff someday. And I really don't plan on the public school system to do my job for me either. But for now, we're just going to pretend that growing up is magical and not full of hormones, emotions, and debilitating cramps 1-2 weeks out of the month (if you're anything like me, the "pre-show" aka PMS is just as bad as the "big game"). For now, mommy just needs her special items and maybe a little privacy...

The hills are alive...but my brain is not

Whew! What a week...what a month! My extended absence has been largely due to the fact that Charlotte and Chris had their Sound of Music performances last week which, by and large, kept us extremely busy and exhausted. Poor Carrigan (who was not involved in any capacity) didnt know what to think. My "mommy guilt" was on high last week...she was the child left behind all week. We are, however, making up for it now with extra cuddles. Incidentally, the show was brilliant! I have never been so proud of my family as I was this weekend. I know I am a bit biased but my daughter was brilliant. The work she put in this summer was amazing! I was backstage "helping" her all weekend but, in reality, she was a true professional.
SHE knew her cues and was telling ME when they were and how fast her costume changes were. She knew every one of her lines, dances, songs...she was a shining star. Okay...brag fest over. The ENTIRE cast was brilliant. And let me just say my husband is the sexiest Captain Von Trapp since Christopher Plummer. It was a great summer experience for them both but if we're being totally honest, I AM SO HAPPY IT'S OVER! Who knew I would be happy to get back to the ol' grind of household chores and grocery shopping?

Well, if I am being entirely honest, my brain is still pretty fried from last week. It's what we theatre geeks call a "theatre hangover". I, more or less, wanted to ease back into the blogging waters and make my presence known. Until I am able to form a more coherent thought, here are some photos of my loved ones in their Sound of Music production courtesy of Chris's cousin, Vicky Klopfenstein. Enjoy!