Alright, so first let me say that without a doubt I think that Tony and I are awesome parents. I like to think we are fun and cool and really go above and beyond for our daughter. I know that she is spoiled and because she will be our only child, who cares!? I think there is a fine line between being spoiled and being well-loved and I think our daughter is unconditionally well-loved with a little touch of spoiledness. With that being said, I will introduce you to my daughter's most favorite thing in this world, Yo Gabba Gabba. Seriously sometimes I think this girl loves them more than she loves us. I have to admit I am slightly jealous of them. She says "Gabba" when she wakes up, goes to bed and when she takes a bath. This girl is OBSESSED! I will tell you how the obsession started: When Betsy came home from the hospital she really favored her right side. Her head would always turn that way and she would rarely move her head in the other direction. We worked with her alot but when I needed to get other things done I would put her in her activity play center with the TV on her left side and try to find a show she would be interested in so it would force her to turn her head to the left. I struggled finding something she would watch, mostly I tried cartoons to no avail. Finally I found this show and BAM! she was hooked. She watched an entire episode. The next time I put in on she literally cooed, bounced and kicked she was so excited. Pretty funny! Now 2 years later she is still totally hooked and embarrasingly enough...we love the show to!
Betsy was her favorite Yo Gabba Gabba character for Halloween and everywhere we went little kids were so excited to see "Foofa"! So, as the involved parents that we are, when we heard there was going to be a Yo Gabba Gabba Live Tour we knew we HAD to go and take little Miss Betsy. So..we did. Last Friday was the concert. The closest they came was Tulsa but the 2 hour drive was totally worth it to get to see her face light up when she saw them. Tony and I, being the super cool dedicated parents we are, even made homemade T-shirts for us to wear and Betsy sported her Foofa costume.
Betsy's Lovey came with us to enjoy our good times and we were happy she was there. We HAD to listen to the Gabba CD the entire way there...no really, we HAD to..Betsy wouldn't quit screaming for it and since this was her special day we listened and sang along happily. Once we got there Betsy had money to spend! She bought two new Gabba tour t-shirts that are super awesome! She got a tour poster and a Yo Gabba Gabba light-up glow stick. She was packed with goodies! Here are some of the highlights:
Betsy dancing along
Me and Betsy dancing. They gave us DJ Lance Rock glasses and who am I not to wear them with pride?!?
I have to say we all had the time of our lives. It was so much fun to get to take her see her most favorite characters live in person. She really enjoyed the show and even danced along most of the time. It's these moments that make parenthood that much more fun. Who in a million years would have thought I would get excited to do something that is so corny! But to see the joy it brings to my little miracle made every second worthwhile. And to end the night....we of course watched Yo Gabba Gabba on DVD all the way home.
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3 comments:
I love both shirts but especially yours to cute. I hope you can make the next play date. I'll send you the info asap!
LOVE it! I've been wanting to take Madi to something like that, but she doesn't have one that she just goes nuts over like that; she has many! :) She does know who Foofa is b/c she has a Foofa hoodie my mom got her and the stuff from Betsy's party. I need to get her to watch an episode. She's too active though, she'd rather play. :) Love your shirts! They turned out great! I really thought you bought them somewhere! Good job! :)
Betsy is adorable. I'm so so sorry for the loss of your other daughters. I trust that they are in the loving arms of Jesus, until you are all reunited again in Heaven.
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