Fear and Loathing In The Diaper Pail

Ho. Lee. CRAP! The Springsteen show Saturday night was AWESOME. And I mean, AWESOME. He played for three and a half hours. Opened up with a cover of The Crystals “And Then He Kissed Me”. Let a little kid come up on stage for Out In The Street, sat him on his lap, let him sing the chorus and then after the song, bodysurfed him back to his parents. Picked a teenage girl to dance for Dancing In The Dark. At one point he went around and grabbed people’s posters with their song requests, rummaged through them and played a bunch of them.

When you see the E Street Band, you know what you’re watching is legendary and it’s really something else to see these guys live. You’re watching and you’re thinking, “That’s ACTUALLY LIttle Steven Van Zandt! That’s ACTUALLY Clarence Clemons! In person! For real!” But the best part, by far, is watching Max Weinberg. That guy is absolutely phenomenal. He didn’t stop the entire time. It’s a real treat to see him live.

Anyway, it was just a whole lot of fun. And I gotta say, this guy may be pushing 60, but he looks great. The best ass in rock ‘n roll.

Meanwhile, Liam thinks the song is called “Miss Mary’s Place,” after his preschool teacher.

Here’s a clip, (it ain’t great, I know) of the penultimate song of the night, a poster request cover of Chuck Berry’s “Little Queenie” … http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0i3ZSXoKbA

note to my mother-in-law: this post bears a striking resemblance to the email I already sent you, as I am a hack.

Liam had his first day of preschool yesterday and it went off without a hitch. We packed up his Goldfish crackers and sippy cup into his Cars backpack and listened to a little Dan Zanes on the way. When we got there, one kid was having a total meltdown, the whole kicking-and-screaming-on-the-floor routine, complete with the embarrassed/guilt-tripped parent trying to get him to stand up and go inside. I prayed Liam would not think this kid had some horrible insider knowledge of preschool that would cause such a rebellion and follow suit.

Prayer answered. His teacher, Miss Mary, met him at the door and invited him right in and lo and behold, in he went, without even a goodbye! I stood outside for awhile, debating whether to go in and say goodbye myself. I dont want to be that mom who sneaks off, but then again, going in to say bye would have certainly started a whole drama involving tears and “Mommy come back!”s. So I took the dirty way out.

Lucas and I went to Target and the grocery store and were done with both in all of an hour. It’s amazing what you can accomplish without a three-year-old. Blogging, for instance.

When I came to pick him up, they were listening to music and hitting rhythm sticks together. He was having a great time. I also saw his name on a large piece of construction paper with these weird foam peanuts that stick when you wet them on it. When he came out of class, his teacher said he did great, that he was giving the other kids toys to play with. She sounded completely amazed, as if no three-year-old has ever been so benevolent. Of course, she is right. My child is awesome.

Liam wouldnt tell us much about his day, but we did get him to admit to going outside and riding a tricycle. Add that up with the music, the foamy paper project and the half-eaten bag of Goldfish in his locker, I’d say he had a pretty full morning.

Here is Liam, on the very first day of his academic career. May it not put us too deeply into debt.

Is this not the cutest picture ever? He even has a little bug over his head!

I’m goin’ to see Springsteen! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!