¶ Simone is taking ballet this year, which she loves and which is every bit as adorable as you might suppose, but the best thing about it is that she got to be in The Nutcracker—not a makeshift recital but the real Nutcracker put on by Ballet Minnesota in a fancy auditorium with ballerinas. She and her classmates were mice (there was some confusion on this point, as when I said that she would be a mouse she crossly corrected me that in fact her role was that of MICE, and we talked about mice being the plural of mouse but…well). Each pre-ballet class appeared in one performance and was on stage for a whole two minutes, but it was still a little tense for them, because it was all very new, and for us because who could tell what would happen once they were out there? The mice are differentiated some, and technically Simone was one of the Cheese Friends, but would the mice remember their designations? Would they all chassé in the same direction around Clara or bump into one another in a tangle?
It went off splendidly, though one little mouse DID get confused and nearly ran off the front of the stage into the audience instead of back into the wings. Simone had a wonderful time, and has informed me that she wants to be in The Nutcracker “for all years!” They had some visiting artists for two of the main parts, but the rest were company dancers and students, and it is always so shocking to see everyone looking so grown up onstage and then get back to the green room and realize that the Fancy Lady Dancer you were just watching is actually about sixteen.
The one downside of the “real ballet” business is that no cameras are allowed during the performances, so I have no performance pictures for you. But here is rehearsal a few weeks ago (Simone is the Mice in front):
And Simone in costume backstage on performance day:
There was a professional photographer there taking shots of all the dancers, so I may end up with something better, but you know, it was actually lovely during the performance not to be thinking about getting a picture, to just be sitting in my seat, leaning forward and watching. It was over so fast, and yes, I DO wish I had a video or some way to see it again, but that’s pretty much par for child-raising in general, the I-just-blinked-did-that-really-happen? feeling.
¶ Now I am sharing what we’ve gotten the girls for Christmas, and if you do not particularly care about the Gifts of Other People’s Children, I certainly can’t blame you, (and I offer up two more useful and educational posts from holidays past, one on Schmutzli and the one on the Caga Tio), but people keep posting these lists and I find them fascinating, so I am adding my own. It is a bit late for any of these gift ideas to be of use to anyone, but oh well.
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Simone is desperately hoping for the “Playmobil Clambulance” (thanks to an episode of Bubble Guppies, she seems convinced that the words “clambulance” and “ambulance” are interchangeable). This is her main present from us.
In addition I generally like to give a game or activity and a book and something to wear. Simone’s getting Snap Circuits Jr., on the recommendation of A’dell, and it seems like something she’ll love. I confess I was given pause when the box came and it said “ages eight and up,” but if Simone doesn’t care for it *I* think it looks excellent, and am WELL over eight.
I also got her The Betsy-Tacy Treasury for us to start working our way through at bedtimes (SO EXCITED SO EXCITED). I loved these books. I think I read the early ones when I was about a year older than Simone, and the later ones in late elementary/early junior high (my favorite was Betsy Abroad). I will note that I thought I was buying a set of the first four books, not the first four books bound as ONE book (it is the latter), but I have only my own lack of reading comprehension to blame for my surprise. I note it only in case your comprehension is similarly flawed.
Simone and I saw Frozen yesterday and loved it, so I found a small Frozen-themed early reader book for her stocking, too. I originally had new power toothbrushes for both girls as stocking stuffers, but I forgot to hide them, and they’ve had them for a week now. (Both are wild for tooth-brushing, I do not know why.)
That’s it from us. This year, Simone gave us a very short list and had a separate, SINGLE ITEM list for Santa, presumably to remove as much uncertainty from the process as possible, which I find hilarious, because it is SO VERY VERY SIMONE. Her one item on the Santa list was “Ukelele,” and I have it on good authority that Santa is getting her this one:
Twyla is obsessed with baby dolls and stuffed animals. Mostly feeding them, but she also likes to carry them around and cover them with blankets/paper towels or put them in boxes and carts. Of course, all of the dolls and most of the stuffed animals in the house belong, technically, to Simone, so there have been some…Teaching Moments. Anyhow, Twyla is getting a baby of her own for Christmas:
It is an odiously named Huggums, and looks exactly like that, though we got it quite cheaply somewhere Not-Amazon. Going by her reaction whenever she saw a picture of a baby doll on my computer as I shopped around, she is going to lose her mind with glee.
There’s a greatest-hits sort of Grover DVD as she adores Grover (there is a stuffed one at my mother’s house that belonged to my brother), and just like Simone at this age, Twyla could spend all day being read to (the same few books, OVER and OVER, god help me) so I picked up a few new board books on Black Friday or Cyber Monday or whatever Adjective DayofWeek it was when Amazon was having a sale on board books:
I also got her a nubbly purple cardigan with big buttons (now sold out from Old Navy, so no picture/link), and Simone got her a set of those toy baby bottles that appear to be filled with milk and orange juice, respectively.
Meanwhile, Santa is (allegedly) leaving Twyla a grey sherpa Mini Anywhere Chair, with her name on it in purple. Simone got the Land of Nod version for Christmas when she was about Twyla’s age and it was a BIG hit, as you may recall (BABY SIMONE WITH GLASSES!).
The girls get pajamas for Christmas Eve (when we do the bulk of our present unwrapping and celebrating), and this year Simone decided she wanted Twyla to have the same pajamas as she does, and chose matching footed jammies (less than $10!) from Carter’s. Oh, and I get the girls (previously, girl) a Christmas book every year. This year is Mr. Willowby’s Christmas Tree:
Oh, and because the wind-up toys under my mother’s Christmas tree have become a beloved tradition but are becoming increasingly arthritic as they date back to my own childhood, I got this:
It seems like a lot, all typed out like that, but I refuse to be sheepish. Hooray, capitalism! Really though, picking out gifts is one of my favorite parts of Christmas. I can’t help it.
¶ Some of our best holiday bits so far, recorded for posterity:
More specifically, looking at pictures from last year’s Santa Visit and then flipping quickly to this year’s and heaving a sigh.
This cheers me right up. though:
(Simone’s side-eye here is directed towards Twyla, who is out of frame holding her dress up over her head, trying to get extra presents, I suppose)
-Twyla in a ridiculous snowsuit during our subzero spell:
-Simone: “Does Santa say ‘YO Ho Ho’ or ‘HO ho ho?’ Which one is pirates?”