On Saturday, C. and I braved the traffic (to Baltimore from Northern Virginia) and the rain (sporadic) and the children (TONS of two-year-olds) to take Bella to see Sesame Street Live - ELMO MAKES MUSIC!
A couple of days before we went, I started asking her, "Bella, do you want to go see Elmo?" Her response was always, "Noooo." So I was a little nervous about Sesame Street Live. I had also been warned by other mothers that at this age (almost-two), the little ones can be scared by the giant character costumes. And our seats were in the fifth row. Hmmm.
We parked with no problem, went into the arena, and bought some popcorn (which was a genius idea because it kept Bella occupied until the show started, as opposed to the hundreds of other little ones screeching around the floor of the arena). As soon as the lights dimmed, and the characters started coming out onto the stage, she was enthralled.
"Oh! Elmo dere! Elmo dere!" She bounced up and down on my lap, giant smile on her face, and eye lit up like Christmas lights. For the next hour and a half, she was bouncing, laughing, smiling, singing along when she knew the songs (like the alphabet song). She had a grand time.
And me? I actually cried...cried little tears of joy when I saw how incredibly excited she was, and what a wonderful time she was having. And no, it's not that time of the month, either. I just love nothing in the world more than seeing my little girl so happy.
Even if the source of her happiness is an annoying furry red monster and not me.