So, we went and saw Sesame Street Live last week. Alex and I debated about going for awhile because: a) was Whit old enough to enjoy it? b) did we really want to spend $100 on tickets for something we weren't sure she'd appreciate? c) would she even sit still? Well the answers to that were yes, no and sorta!

As you can see, we weren't exactly in the VIP section, but Whit sat in my lap and wiggled and danced. I swear she could anticipate the end of a song and started clapping - my little theater-goer. She lasted through the intermission and was equally entertained by the other kids and people with cameras. That's my girl.  

And of course we just had to get her the Elmo balloon since that would mean we were good parents. Really, could she be the only kid without an Elmo balloon? Uh, no. Some poor kiddo lost their balloon in the Scottrade center and I couldn't help but laugh at ten bucks floating away up into the rafters. Glad that wasn't us. Here is Whit at home playing with the balloon waaaaay past her bedtime.

Till next year!