There's nothing to write about!

OK, the two of you... are you happy? (The two of you, in this case, being my sister Edwina, and my mother-in-law Judy.)

They check out my blog on a VERY regular basis, and when I haven't updated it in a few days I hear about it.

So... I'm writing! I'm writing! (And for the rest of you, this is what I write about when there is nothing to write about.)

Our little family has just been kind of rolling along, with no exciting antics to report on. No boys climbing furniture. No little girl in dance recitals. Although, that does remind me of our trip to Balboa Park over the weekend.

Every year, the City of San Diego sponsors Christmas on the Prado in Balboa Park. Only now the city calls it December Nights for political correctness. (So, what, if you don't call it Christmas, it doesn't exist?)

Anyway, there is a citywide dance group called the San Diego Civic Dance Association, which is actually a service of the city's Park and Recreation Department. Each year this group auditions their youth members (apparently over 1,000 citywide) to assemble a troupe of their best performers to put on several shows at the park during December Nights. After we had looked at all of the glittering Christmas lights in the park (and once again our camera battery died as we were about to take the kids picture in front of the giant Christmas tree by the Organ Pavilion), and taken the boys to see the train museum (where they got to see scale trains in action), we made our way over to the patio where the dance troupe was performing. As a fund raiser, the group also sells pasta, drinks and gingerbread cookies to decorate. So we got some pasta for dinner, and the lovely ladies behind the folding table were kind enough to heat up some noodles with no sauce so Mattea wouldn't starve.

As we were having dinner, we found a seat on the floor of the balcony overlooking the patio, as all of the "real" seats had been taken. We could hear the music being played for the dancers, and if we scrunched up against the wrought iron railings, we could see a portion of the stage (which we were above and behind). The boys couldn't decide if they were more interested in eating, or watching the dancers. Fortunately for us, the dancers were scheduled to perform every hour, so as we finished our dinner and the dancers finished their half-hour show, we headed back down stairs to get some gingerbread cookies to decorate.

As the kids finished their edible artwork, showtime was approaching. Once again, the "real" seats had already been taken, but there was ample room between the folding chairs and the stage, so we arranged ourselves in a five abreast line, sitting and kneeling a couple of feet in front of the stage, as others did likewise.

The boys were totally mesmerized by the young dancers. I think the announcer said that the dance company consisted of kids up to eighteen, but many had started when they were six. It showed. The talent was univerally good, with a couple of exceptional kids (two boys and about 28 girls). The first show that we saw from the balcony included belly dancing, while the show that we watched offered tap, jazz/contemporary and ballet. In fact, Noah was so taken with the dancers that by the end of the half-hour show, he still hadn't finished his gingerbread cookie. (Although it must be said that Noah eats VERY slowly.)

So, there you have it. Another entry in wdihtnmb. I guess I did have somthing to write about after all!