Grandma came over to babysit and the children were, well, let's just say they were more than a handful. They were more than a few handfuls. Especially Tink. Sometimes instead of Tinkerbell, we call her Stinkerbell.....and it's quite fitting. That little girl knows how to push buttons. By the time Grandma was finally able to get them all to bed, all 3 of the older ones were crowded in our bed. They quite enjoyed that. And Lady woke up after we left and gave Grandma a run for her money for a while, but finally calmed down and went back to sleep.
So we brought some good friends home for Grandma to have some company (what with Grandpa being away on business and all). Their names were Ben and Jerry and they're from New York. They're kind of fudgy and chunky, but they're SUPER! We knew they'd be able to keep her company and help her recover over the next couple of days.
Oh, you want to hear about the concert? It was awesome! Jason is a great entertainer and had the audience very involved the whole time. He even got Brent to dance. He couldn't tempt me, though, I was having too much fun just watching Brent and realizing how white we really are. (Love you, Babe!) The bad news? We forgot out camera! Can you believe it? But no fear, Brent had his trusty Blackberry, so we got a couple of high-quality shots with that. Here they are:
Here's Jason singing just w/his guitar.....LOVED that!

Here's Jason and the pre-show singer doing the "Lucky" duet (which, btw, sounds soooo much better with Colbie).

And here we are.....don't we look like we're having a great time?

There were people there of all ages. One couple in front of us must've been in their 60's and the woman wouldn't get off her chair the whole time. Her husband wouldn't let her ruin his fun, though, and he got up and danced a few times, much to my discomfort.
You see, I like to go to a concert to listen to the music. I'm not a dancer....never have been, probably never will be. (Did I mention how white we are?) But I'm always amazed at concerts to see just how many people, who could possibly be even less coordinated than me, get up and show everybody. I may be the bah-humbug of concerts in that regard, but I just don't see the point of looking like a dufus. But there were quite a few people that night who had no problems with that themselves. And I applaud them. Or I laugh at them......maybe both.
I did feel rather old, though, when Brent handed me my pair of earplugs. But afterward I was sooooo grateful for them. We were on the 8th row, of course, so the speakers were just feet away. And I think my innards got a little shook up by the bass. But Brent and I had a GREAT time! And we were so thankful that his mom could come and wrangle our kids so that we didn't have to worry about some 12 year old trying to get them to bed. So thanks, Mom, for helping me have a great birthday!
