Posted by: Kate | December 8, 2008

Dance of the Sugarplum Itchies

We had a family Christmas present yesterday: Willem and I took the kids to see The Nutcracker at the Boston Opera House.  Very well done, professional to the point of seeming effortless, gorgeous sets and costumes and movement and music.


Jacob was positively angelic all day long, from the moment it was time to get dressed until the moment he passed out, open-mouthed snoring and possibly a little drool, too, on the drive home.  He loved his special new dress-up outfit, was happy about going to dinner at a “grown-up restaurant,” and sat, enthralled and enraptured, through the entire show.  He barely blinked,except when it was time to clap, which he did with whole-body enthusiasm.


Emily was also a good kid, but… She squirmed.  She fidgeted.  She itched.  She scratched.  She moaned.  She whined.  She pestered the Velcro on her shoe.  She was too hot.  She was too cold.  She was hungry.  She ate too much at dinner.  She giggled.  She spoke in full volume at odd moments.  And yet, she apparently told all her friends about it at school today, and her teacher was impressed at how much she remembered from the show.  OK, then, she had a great time, too.


We all had a lovely time, and I’m so glad that Willem bought tickets back whenever-it-was-ago, because plans like that have to be put on hold until I either become re-employed or we move to Massachusetts and get Willem back in the workforce.  A special day out, and worth every bit of effort to convince Emily that a dress was necessary and then to takeher shopping for one that “wasn’t too girly.”

Despite the efforts of the wisecracking, irritatingly overfriendly grandmother in the seat behind Willem, the three-year-old twins with no apparent history of discipline or boundaries alternately whining and sucking on hard candy behind Emily and me, the two 20-somethings who found it impossible to go a whole scene without checking their text messages to the right of Jacob, or the family that spied a block of unused seats in the section below us and scampered down to sit there without paying for the upgrade from the row ahead of us, we had a fabulous, special night.

Quite a slide, from that to Emily’s school concert.  But that’s a rant for another day… like, tomorrow.



  1. I would love to take our children, however they probably don’t have the manners enstilled well enough yet. I know they wouldenjoy it too. I am so glad you got to do this before christmas employed or not. I am also happy that the kids enjoyed the whole thing too.

  2. I took Evan, Alex & Sarah on Sunday with my parents and they loved it! It’s a Christmas tradition in our family, and when the lights came on at intermission, Sarah complained, “Oh man, it’s over already?!” On the other hand, this is the first year Alex wasn’t afraid of the rats…

  3. What a fun evening!

    I am always surprised when my oldest can’t sit still. We went out to breakfast on Sunday morning with tons of family. He was all over the bench seat (rolling around, kicking the table and even knocked it over). I was embarrassed. My normally subdued kid couldn’t sit still for a minute.

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