Koala Lou's Weekend Adventures
After watching The Gingerbread Man, I found out that we were the proud hosts of Koala Lou, the class's stuffed bear who visits for weekends and makes a report on Monday about her adventures.
Sebastian felt keenly the pressure to entertain and educate, and told us that he needed to have at least six or seven things to write down to keep up with his classmates. He obviously felt that we weren't leading a very interesting life. The long and short of it was that we dragged a koala bear to a lot of events that weekend.
We started out with the ward Christmas party where she fit in fine, but almost fell into some potatoes. Next we took her to a wedding reception at the Paleontology Museum (a funky, stylish event where Koala Lou was very overdressed in her furs) and we ran into one of Sebi's classmates. "Oh! You have Koala Lou!" said her father. Spoken like someone who had probably strapped a stuffed animal to his fanny pack during a snowshoeing trip.
The next day Koala Lou had to help with chores, because that's just how we roll. After chores she watched the kids make a trio of snowpeople, well-armed.
We took her to Sebastian's first piano recital where she heartily approved his interpretations of Jolly Old St. Nicholas and Sailor Jack. She also caught Will's performance of Hedwig's Theme and Maddie's First Noel and Over the Rainbow. All three kids came off awfully well considering how little practicing we'd been getting in!
Afterward we drove by the still-smoking remains of the Provo Tabernacle and watched the firemen try to take down one of the spires which had fallen from the southwest tower. Rob wrote to the church authorities as it was still burning, to tell them about the Adventsingen (which has always been held there in the tabernacle) and what it means to the German-speaking community in the valley. I'm choosing to remain optimistic that they will rebuild and do it quickly and in a historically sensitive way. Rob and Koala Lou aren't so sure.
Rob wrote to the church authorities as it was still burning, to tell them about the Adventsingen (which has always been held there in the tabernacle) and what it means to the German-speaking community in the valley.
I'm choosing to remain optimistic that they will rebuild and do it quickly and in a historically sensitive way. Rob and Koala Lou aren't so sure.
On Sunday, Rob, Sebastian, Daniela and I drove up to see Music and the Spoken Word with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir in all of its regalia. As per annual tradition, it was an epic trip with I-15 being shut down and the ancient and befuddled tickettaking/securitynazi/semi-inspired middle management at the conference center nearly keeping us from getting in. Once we'd jumped through all the hoops of fire, though, they sent us down to the best seats we've ever had there: in the section behind the prophet, and two rows in front of the teleprompter. Koala Lou had never really heard of David Archuleta, but was impressed with his instrument, and approved the choice of songs. She felt, as Daniela and I did, that the dancers are too much, and bespeak an audience that is unfamiliar with musical concerts. Sebastian, though, loved the Oklahoma dancers, the Dickensian dancers, the music box ballerinas . . .
We also got to stop by and visit the Olsens and see the remodeling that's gone on at Gigi and Leo's apartment with its lovely views of UofU and the Capitol. It looks wonderful and brand spanking new.
Koala Lou then celebrated fourth advent with us, lighting the last candle and having some lasagna, salad and lebkuchen. Though I wished that she'd been able to stay for the incredible snowstorm we had on Tuesday, or the Christmas Carol service at the Cathedral of the Madeleine, which was a highlight for me and Rob, I felt satisfied that Sebi would keep his street cred after her weekend with us. Then I opened the folder and read the other entries from Koala Lou's past weekend jaunts. Mostly she had playdates and sleepovers. The highlight to that point was going to the Creamery. So I'm afraid that we inadvertently raised the bar on the Koala Lou weekend.
Sebastian felt keenly the pressure to entertain and educate, and told us that he needed to have at least six or seven things to write down to keep up with his classmates. He obviously felt that we weren't leading a very interesting life. The long and short of it was that we dragged a koala bear to a lot of events that weekend.
We started out with the ward Christmas party where she fit in fine, but almost fell into some potatoes. Next we took her to a wedding reception at the Paleontology Museum (a funky, stylish event where Koala Lou was very overdressed in her furs) and we ran into one of Sebi's classmates. "Oh! You have Koala Lou!" said her father. Spoken like someone who had probably strapped a stuffed animal to his fanny pack during a snowshoeing trip.
The next day Koala Lou had to help with chores, because that's just how we roll. After chores she watched the kids make a trio of snowpeople, well-armed.
We took her to Sebastian's first piano recital where she heartily approved his interpretations of Jolly Old St. Nicholas and Sailor Jack. She also caught Will's performance of Hedwig's Theme and Maddie's First Noel and Over the Rainbow. All three kids came off awfully well considering how little practicing we'd been getting in!
Afterward we drove by the still-smoking remains of the Provo Tabernacle and watched the firemen try to take down one of the spires which had fallen from the southwest tower. Rob wrote to the church authorities as it was still burning, to tell them about the Adventsingen (which has always been held there in the tabernacle) and what it means to the German-speaking community in the valley. I'm choosing to remain optimistic that they will rebuild and do it quickly and in a historically sensitive way. Rob and Koala Lou aren't so sure.
Rob wrote to the church authorities as it was still burning, to tell them about the Adventsingen (which has always been held there in the tabernacle) and what it means to the German-speaking community in the valley.
I'm choosing to remain optimistic that they will rebuild and do it quickly and in a historically sensitive way. Rob and Koala Lou aren't so sure.
On Sunday, Rob, Sebastian, Daniela and I drove up to see Music and the Spoken Word with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir in all of its regalia. As per annual tradition, it was an epic trip with I-15 being shut down and the ancient and befuddled tickettaking/securitynazi/semi-inspired middle management at the conference center nearly keeping us from getting in. Once we'd jumped through all the hoops of fire, though, they sent us down to the best seats we've ever had there: in the section behind the prophet, and two rows in front of the teleprompter. Koala Lou had never really heard of David Archuleta, but was impressed with his instrument, and approved the choice of songs. She felt, as Daniela and I did, that the dancers are too much, and bespeak an audience that is unfamiliar with musical concerts. Sebastian, though, loved the Oklahoma dancers, the Dickensian dancers, the music box ballerinas . . .
We also got to stop by and visit the Olsens and see the remodeling that's gone on at Gigi and Leo's apartment with its lovely views of UofU and the Capitol. It looks wonderful and brand spanking new.
Koala Lou then celebrated fourth advent with us, lighting the last candle and having some lasagna, salad and lebkuchen. Though I wished that she'd been able to stay for the incredible snowstorm we had on Tuesday, or the Christmas Carol service at the Cathedral of the Madeleine, which was a highlight for me and Rob, I felt satisfied that Sebi would keep his street cred after her weekend with us. Then I opened the folder and read the other entries from Koala Lou's past weekend jaunts. Mostly she had playdates and sleepovers. The highlight to that point was going to the Creamery. So I'm afraid that we inadvertently raised the bar on the Koala Lou weekend.
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