Claudette treated us and our baby dills to The Radio City Christmas Spectacular. I picked up everyone early from school, and got them dressed up and in our finery. We met Ryan and Claudette at work and drove downtown. It was chilly, just like New York. Okay, maybe not just like New York, but we pretended. And it was. Spectacular, that is. My favorite is the canon that shoots the toy soldiers in a line down like dominoes. I even remembered the camera, but as I whipped it out [not during the production, of course] my memory card was not in it, so aftermath shots are all I have. I asked Ryan if he would buy me a twirling Rockette doll, Gretchen [I named her that, vetoing votes of Angelina Ballerina and "Christmas Tree"]. Azure commandeered her, though, and she had her just reward, as that clever Rockette twirled right up into her hair, and had to sit perched upon her shoulder until we got home. I giggled to myself the whole time and tried to hide my smile.
Now that Gretchen is free, someone may need a haircut.
PS I think this would make a fabulous snapshot-of-our-lives Christmas card, if I indeed sent out Christmas cards.