snow business

Snow day!
Actually, it’s more like a power outrage day
We had a wee snow storm last night that left Macaroni’s school in a black out
So they cancelled school for the day
Trying to send Magoo to her school (that doesn’t have a power outrage) when Macaroni had the day off?
My will is not that strong
So both kids are home
And there’s snow ev-ah-ree-where
So….SNOW DAY!

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As I stumbled downstairs this morning to make lunches, the phone was ringing
It was the call about Macaroni’s school being closed
It took me a millisecond to decide that Magoo could stay home too
And the happy dancing began
Me, because bonus time in my PJs is never a bad thing
And the girls because no school = friends coming over = THE BEST DAY EVAAAHHHH MUM!!!

We’re all currently in my office and Ipadded, Imacced, or Iphoned up
Steve Jobs would be proud
(I’ll post a pic of my office one day when it’s not so messy….so probably never)

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I had to remind Magoo to use her foot spray before she entered
Before her, I thought the only people who had feet that smelt like curdled goat’s cheese were me and my Dad
Turns out you can pass down cool traits like that to your eight year old
So, part of my morning ritual of telling her to ‘brush your teeth’ and ‘eat your breakfast’ now includes …‘spray yo feet child!’

Quite like sitting around the dinner table with your kids at night
Sitting around my desk is often the place where we have serious family discussions
The kind that just happen organically.
Ha, I just used the wanky term ‘organically’. I hate myself right now
If you have kids, you know how it is when you ask them anything
How was your day?
Good
Much homework?
Nope
Was your lunch OK?
Yeah
At least that’s how it feels sometimes around here

So actual conversations with humans I birthed is always welcome

This morning’s…

Macaroni: What’s a douche?
Me: An idiot
Macaroni: Can I call someone that or is it a really bad word?
Me: Best to use that one under your breath, just in case
Magoo: I like it. Douche, douche….. DOUCHE!

Then Diamond walked in
Why are you yelling douche?

Me: Because the girls wanted to know what it meant
Diamond: What did you tell them?
Me: That it meant idiot
Diamond: What about the other definition?
Me: Huh?
Diamond: The flushing thing?
M&M: WHAT FLUSHING THING?!?!

I gave Diamond the look
The one that says, really? REALLY?? You want to have a conversation about vajay-jay cleaning with your girls right now because that’s what you’ve just started buddy
It should be noted that he also wouldn’t let (a very pregnant) me get away with telling a then 2 year old Macaroni that her sister was going to come out of my belly button. I had to tell her the truth. She cried and ran around holding her crotch for the rest of the day.
Sometimes excluding all the facts is good
And it’s not the same as lying
It’s called parenting.

Macaroni: What’s the douche that’s a flushing thing Dad?
Diamond: (suddenly all uncomfortable and without the ability to make eye contact) It’s a toilet kinda thing that mainly ladies use to wash their…ahh…private parts
Macaroni: Why?
Diamond: Because they want to
Macaroni: WHY?
Diamond: Like for hygiene I guess, so it doesn’t smell

Magoo: SO NOW I HAVE TO GET A SPRAY FOR MY PEE PEE TOO!?!?

 

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passing it on down

Remember when I rattled off a list at the beginning of the year of stuff I wanted to do and try?

Well last night I got to do ONE of them

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And I’m not sure I even have the words to tell you how excited I have been in the lead up to this

I always found it weird that people would cry when they heard a favorite songs, or met someone they admired

I mean, I’m an excitable girl, who CRIES…..but just not over that stuff….well, unless it’s George
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Apparently you can now add Cyndi Lauper to that list

From the moment Cyndi Lauper stepped out on stage, I was fighting back tears
Happy tears, but the wet kind none-the-less
She performed her complete “She’s So Unusual” album, from start to finish
And I was instantly a kid again, back in my bedroom, playing that record as loud as my little stereo would crank it, dancing on my bed, singing into my hairbrush

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She is 60 now…I know…what the??
She dances exactly the same
She SOUNDS exactly the same
Note for note, Cyndi Lauper’s voice is fucking phenomenal
And it hasn’t changed, seriously, it has not

She blew me away
Just like she did when I saw her live so many years ago
For me, she is everything an artist should be
She’s a musician who connects to her audience, she entertains, she’s funny, and she can sing the shit out of whatever comes out of her mouth
After hearing her explain how each of the songs on that album came to be written, you can also add brilliant storyteller to her list of fabooshness

Didn’t think it was possible, but I adore her MORE after lasts night’s show

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And as I sit here listening to the Cyndi Lauper music coming from Macaroni’s bedroom, I know the next generation of Cyndi fans are growing up with her music as their soundtrack, as they bounce on their beds

And I know where my hairbrush is

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The most essential part of what Dad and I do, usually starts with the songs
Well, maybe a lack of desire to be politically correct and censor our thoughts
THEN the songs

Then the shows
But it would be impossible to get the albums out, put a tour together, and all the rest without the right people around you
It takes so many smart, organised peeps to get it all done, and we are so lucky (particularly on this tour) to be surrounded by the best of the best
But if you want to look closer. There are people that we absolutely could NOT do any of it without
Our families.
Believe it or not, Dad and I sometimes aren’t the easiest people to be around
I know, you probably thought we ride unicorns and fart rainbows (which we do 99% of the time *cough*) but it takes a special kind of person to be around and put up with us ‘creative / entertainer’ types 24/7
I’m crazy fucking lucky, and I know it, to have both a husband AND a mum that do that in my life. Two normal people, in a sea of professional smart-arses

I know that this tour (Dad’s final one of the UK & Ireland) is the beginning of the slow down for me, as far as having Mum out on the road.
And I’ve got to tell you, while I love touring in any capacity, touring with my Dad & Mum has made me the luckiest chick singer out there.
Mum is without a doubt the most generous, beautiful, kind and funny-as-fuck friend anyone can have. I get the bonus of calling her ALL of those things.
And I get to call her Mum
I don’t for a second ever take for granted how lucky I am to have her
I love every day I get to be with her
I miss every day that I don’t


Living on the opposite side of the world to her is tough on both of us

And it never gets easier

But today, I’m so glad I get to be where she is

I’m not sure I will ever be able to tell you just how much I love and admire you Mum
Try to think of how much you love your favourite person…
Times that by a bazillion
And you might be halfway there

I hope you have the BESTUS of birthdays today
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