Pretty in pink

After petting dogs on Saturday at a shelter show near our house, we went to Rock n Romp. I had a blast, but Thea was a bit crabby and thought the music was too loud. I showed her and Lila how to put tissue in your ears to block out some of the sound, which cheered her up a little. Ultimately, though, her mood was shot the night before when she woke up every hour and had trouble getting back to sleep. The bands that we did see before having to leave were great. One of them was made up of, I'm not exaggerating, 16-year-olds. Todd grilled them after their set on how they got into music so early: they're all kids of musicians. I'm sure you can see the wheels turn in Todd's head from where you're sitting, too.

Today I had an infant and child CPR class. I probably missed more questions than I really should have for a multiple choice test that included questions like "When should you call 911? (a) Head cold. (b) Minor bruising. (c) Kid won't eat dinner. (d) Kid stopped breathing." I blame it on the fact that the video we had to watch had odd, distracting details that I couldn't quite get past. For example, the car mechanic who had the heart attack? Why did his and all his colleagues' jumpsuits have "Hudson Career Group" on their sewn-on name-tags? And why did they hire a Paris Hilton look-alike for the construction site accident? And did the instructor really just say, "The men's room is down the hall; the females' room is next to it"?

Since I neglected to take pictures of the cuteness that was rocking preschoolers, here are some from tonight before bed:







Why do Liam's pink leopard-print pajamas make me think of Mick Jagger?