I took Catelyn and Landon with me, and we became Munchkins. I was one of two adults in Munchkin Land!
I November, we fell off the recognizable face of Home.
the makeup. the dresses. the massive hair bows. the hoop slips. the shoes. the singing. the dancing. the green hair. the snowflake umbrellas. the bush umbrellas. the spooks. the jitterbugs. the face paint. the glitter. the fake eyelashes. the costumes changes. even the backstage buzz. and let’s not forget the food. BUT……
Starting on Thursday, November 1, until Tuesday, November 13- Catelyn, Landon and I spent roughly 36-40 hours working on and practicing and performing the show. In the span of 13 days, we were gone 10 of those nights.
I made food every day for the cast. Had a few recipes requested from fellow Ozians, which I managed to blog in the wee hours of the night, which made me feel good on top of the fun I was having.
Do I miss it? NO.
Some of the closest friends I made during include:
I felt a closeness to Catelyn and Landon that I don’t think I would have experienced without the show. And now that it’s over, I’m grateful that it worked into our lives, even with the strain it put on Kyle and the little girls. Which is why I would absolutely do this again. That kind bonding -over songs and the silliness of the show- is something I don’t think one can get from any basketball game, TV show, dance recital, or board game. I was filled with heart wrenching pride, I admit it, when I watched Landon as part of the Lollipop guild-
My heart and smile grew every time I was able to catch Catelyn’s eyes from her place in the aisle. And her smile grew too. And she had to try hard not to wave at me.
Here’s a few photos:
|Awesome hair pieces by Serene!|
|Dress Rehearsal? Who knows. I lost track of it all.|
|Snowflake or Snow Angel? I’m still not sure.|
That about wraps it up for photos. I had to steal a few off Facebook, so they’re not great quality, but oh well.
I do not know how I didn’t get downstairs to photograph my munchkins. And how I didn’t shots of everyone! It makes me ill.
I’m trying to find a hole to crawl into about not having any other photos of Landon and Cate then the TWO you see on here. I’m dying. EPIC FAIL as a MOTHER. I’ve put out a plea if anyone has a photo or two of them, to please share them with me. But I may never have anything more than these two shots as proof that my oldest two children were in the Wizard of Oz as kids.
It’s really eating my insides up.
It’s been more than a week and the songs have yet to die off.
The little girls know them all by heart too now, and this is a ‘status update’ I posted on facebook yesterday:
IN THE FRONT ROOM:
Brooklyn, 3 years old: “Dingdongthewitchesdeaaaaaaaaaaaaad. Witch o witch? Which o’ witch? Dingdongthewichessdeeeeead!”
Jocelyn, 5 years old: “No! Brooklyn’s that’s not right!” Proceeds to sing it correctly…
IN THE KITCHEN:
Me, to Kyle: “How much longer do you think they’re gunna be singing these songs?”
Kyle: “Oh, I give it another two days.”
Kyle: “Well, when do you plan to turn the Christmas music on, then? The sooner you do, the faster their tunes will change to the obnoxious rounds of “Batman Smells” and “Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer”, and (our favorite) …………………
“Dashing through the trees,
with a pair of broken skis,
the snow is turning red,
I think I’m nearly dead!
Help is on the waaaaayyyyy!”
I’ve gotta be one of the extroverted writers, huh?