Am I a SUPER COOL mom, or just crazy EMBARRASING?

On Sunday, my super kewl (yet ex)Uncle got me and my fam 10 comp tickets to see Yo Gabba Gabba at the Capitol Theater in good old PC. Scoop has been obsessed with Kappy Kappy since she was merely months old, despite my old-mom-brain claiming that my child would NEVER watch that trippy ass show. (Alas, she also loves Barney, the bane of my childless-existance thanks to babysitting my cousins and watching that crap NON STOP.)Yet, here we were, with an inexpensive (FREE) alternative to talking her to Disney World. Which might not have excited her that much anyhow. Cuz she yuvs Dj!

She loved it. Her head exploded royally. It was beyond fantastic-- I cried of course, but my sister, Scoop's "nanny", who was sitting next to us, also cried. So my tears were obviously excused.

This was Scoop as she witnessed the crazy antics of DJ Lance Rock

 

This was me and Lyzz

 

As the show progressed, we rocked out. Sure, this was different than being in the front of the mosh pit at a LTJ show, but I haven't been this pumped to see a show in ages. The super music fun show even featured a little ska band (featuring Vinnie from the Pilfers, who Andy and Kev have actually played with).

 

There was a creepy mom behind me. She looked mean and scary. She was sitting with a pretty little girl, about 2 or 3, who was creepily sucking on a pacifier. When DJ Lance shouted, "Everyone get up! Now...its...time...to...DANCE!" I hopped right up and danced like a fool, making young Scooperton giggle and move her tiny shoulders. However, that creeptastic mom just sat there angrily. Why are you here? I thought crossly. When we got too rambunctious, she made certain to make a big yet silent scene that SHE COULDN'T SEE. I was slightly uneasy.

Down in front!

 

This continued for awhile...Then shit got weird. Alluvasudden she is yelling at the tiny child on her lap that if she "doesn't get that pacifier out of her mouth, I'm taking you right home!" Whaaa? Where did she get it from in the first place? You,dummy!

So, they eventually disappeared somewhere, and we continued to dance and jump and sway and sing in obnoxiously loud voices. I had a blast at this children's concert, but again, I was not alone. Many of my friends and their children were there, and I'm talking about my going-out-and-being-rockstars once upon a time friends. We met up at intermission, all red and sweaty and proclaiming "This is such ridiculous fun, right?" and some bragging that "This is our 3rd time seeing them!" If it was 10 years ago, it may have been a Strokes show we were at...alas, how time does change us...but to my heart's delight, if I may quote from an Enuff z' Nuff song (yes, yes I did say that) "People like us don't ever change; they only get old and rearranged; when there's no heart left on the stage...People like us, don't you ever change!" And I haven't! I swear I was the coolest mommy rocker chick there...I knew every word, had phenominal rhythem, and made my girls' night!

Or did I?

I'm the coolest mom in the world...right?

 

It could be that I am just fooling my self, and totally embarrassed my Chew, who was trying super hard to be a cool-ass 8 year old (she doesn't fool me, she had fun!). She best get used to it, cuz I'm going to be dancing in the aisles for many years to come!