I am awesome at this blogging every day thing, aren't I.
I have my excuses though. Last week, Monday through Saturday, I was performing as Principal Boy in a pantomime, and therefore had very little to no free time whatsoever. Now that the panto is over, I will have marginally more free time, but considering I am going to America in just over two weeks, I know I will still be very busy getting caught up with everything and ready to go.
So, Day 2:
The elves letter told them they were going to see the Panto with Daddy and Granny. Which they did. I managed to get them reserved seating in the front row, so there they sat, loving every minute of it. At least, Fiona did. Isla was petrified. You can't blame her. The opening sequence is the Evil Sorceress and her demons in black cloaks and UV masks singing and dancing in the dark, with only their white glowing faces and white glowing hands. She never really recovered from that frightening experience. My character, the lead boy, doesn't appear on stage until the third scene. When I did, all I could hear was Isla shouting, 'Mummy! Mum! Mum! Mummy!' I managed to keep a straight face, but oh, it was tough. Luckily, very soon into that scene, I am introduced to the audience, so I was then able to look directly at the girls and address them as the audience, which satisfied her.
Fiona, on the other hand, ate up every second of it. In panto, there is a lot of audience participation, and the cast gave her a lot of individual attention. At one point, the Baddie, a miser called Titus Tightwad, has the chance to pick on an audience member, and he chose Fiona and Isla, which they loved. Later, one of the silly duo characters, while running through the audience chasing another character, ran up to Fiona and shouted, 'FOUND HER! Oh wait, it isn't her, it's only Princess Fiona!' Fiona was absolutely giddy at that point, and asked her daddy, 'How did she know I was Princess Fiona?!'
It was a good night. Even with Isla finding it all a bit too scary and in-your-face, they had fun. And even took pictures with the Baddie in the end.
And of course, the Hero.
I asked Fiona what her favourite part was. She said all the parts I was in. I asked Isla if she liked the show. She said, 'No.' I said, 'Did you like it when Mummy was singing?' and she said, 'No.'
Mummy was at panto all day doing a matinee show and then an evening show, so Daddy did this activity with them. They were to write their letters to Santa.
Daddy chose to have them list what they wanted and draw pictures of these things. Isla had quite a bit of Daddy's help, but Fiona did her drawing herself and only asked Daddy to do the writing. Rather than describing them here, I scanned them in this morning to keep for life, before putting them in the fire place at Granny and Grampa's to be sent to Santa up the chimney. (Apparently, the smoke flies all the way to the North Pole, and it's magic smoke that Santa can decipher or something. This is what Scott and his brother and sister did as kids.)
Today, they were to check their email for messages from Santa. Oops... since I wasn't in until late last night, and because my darling husband let me have a nice long lie in this morning, I'd forgotten to prepare for this one. So I told the girls Santa hadn't been on the computer yet this morning, but normally gets all his emails sent by lunch time. Then I quickly put together these brilliant video emails from Portable North Pole. These are the messages they got from Santa this year.
And that is me all caught up for Advent Blogging for now.