Goodnight Moon

The bad news is Nick and Frankie have the flu.  Like bad.  They spent the day laying around glazzy eyed with icky filled tummies.

The good new is, I got to spend the day with the most wonderful little lady on the planet.   Our Stanford Courtyard had tickets to see a production of Goodnight Moon.  It was all Franklin could talk about for weeks. We even got to visit the set when we purchased our tickets so he was extra jazzed.  So you can imagine the heartbreak (mostly from my end because he was too sick to care) when my poor little baby boy, got sick the night before.

Elena and I decided to give the boys a quiet house to rest in, so we put on our party dresses and headed for the theater.  It was brilliant!  The show was wonderful, but that is not what I mean.  I am referring to my baby girl.  She was brilliant.  She sat through all 50 minutes (ok, 49 minutes, she had a melt down during the very last scene) and enjoyed every second of it.  She kept pointing to the "red balloon" saying "Baoon! Baoon!"  and every time a musical number ended she would sign and shout "More! More!"  Ahhh!!  See? Brilliant!

Afterwards, we went to the library, shared a shawarma wrap, and walked the streets of Palo Alto.  I have to admit I felt a little guilty knowing Frankie and daddy were in so much despair at home, but I must say my little girl and I, had the time of our lives!