"Hip" Chick: 11am Rock Concert

On the eleventh day of spica, my true love gave to me:

An 11am rock concert...

I had vastly different plans to countdown Hip Chick's final few days in her spica, but Icemaggedon 2013 derailed them. We remained home for the third day in a row today and the local school district has closed schools again for tomorrow. Parents everywhere are losing their minds, but we will push through ice and slush to make her day surgery appointment. The next ice age could not deter those plans!

I am mostly disappointed in my day 10 and 11 setbacks, as day 10 was supposed to parody the "lords a-leaping" with Daddy jumping like a ballerina with the girls' fairy wands and tutu. Day 11 was supposed to feature us throwing pies in Daddy's face for the "pipers piping" tribute. For those who know us personally, I give you a moment of silence to soak in those mental images and mourn their demise, as they were best achieved outside.

(Pause.)

What to do while still shut in due to extreme winter weather? A rock concert.

Daddy cleverly pulled a concert dvd of one of our favorite bands this morning and Mommy pulled out the percussion set purchased for Hip Chick's traction phase. Daddy, Hip Chick, and a beloved aunt rocked out while Mommy accomplished a few to-dos. Not quite as good as a whipped cream pie in Daddy's face, but still a festive use of time.

And so...