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Puppet Gumbo Festival Thursday, June 12 – Monday June 16th.
Where? Trustees Theater and in Johnson Square , Savannah, Georgia
There is a puppet street fair from 9 a-1 p on Saturday June 14 in Johnson Square. It sounds really cool there will be free puppet-making, puppet shows and jugglers, street performers, jazz music and kids puppet parade.
There are also manyfamily-friendly performances Thurs-Sat. at Trustees Theater
Photo by dbur4900
Puppet Performances (see schedule for times):
- Squallis Puppets LITTLE HORSE’S BIG ADVENTURE
- Mountain Marionettes AT THE HOP
- Sean Keohane Kid-friendly POLCHINELLO
- An Elkland Art Center productions of JASON’S DREAM
Mom and I took the girls to Free Spirit Pottery one afternoon. If you are looking for something fun and free to do in the ‘boro with small children Free Spirit is a great idea. They give babies a complimentary plaque. It is totally 100% free. You can opt for a hand print or a foot print. We were hoping for a hand print; however the girls had something else in mind. After trying the hands a few times we finally surrendered. We used their feet. Apparently, after a certain age babies like to curl their fingers.
You may think this would be a short trip. Rather, it took us between 1 -2 hours to pick out the paint colors, try the hands SEVERAL times, get the girls painted and then washed, etc. It was a fun afternoon!
Would You Like Some Paint on Your Face?
Lilly Gets Her Hand Painted. Take 1.
Pressing Lilly’s Finger on the Plaque. Take 2.
Okay. Okay, We Will Use The Foot.
Here’s the Statesboro Regional Library’s Events for the week. I am trying to take advantage of our local library. For a complete list, click here.
program for January 2008. This is a program which will celebrate the
enduring contribution one book can have.
Remember when I posted about The Pink Pig? Well, I was beginning to think I had fabricated a story about The Pink Pig. None of my family has commented or called to explain the story. To my rescue, an Atlanta reader offered insight through a comment:
[…]FINALLY, they would take my sister and me to visit with Santa Claus, which was of course the “real” Santa, at the downtown Rich’s.We would stand in line for hours, walking through Santa’s workshop, complete with reindeer, just to have our picture taken with Santa.
The undeniable highlight to the day was always the Pink Pig. The ride took us over a Christmas village (without parents) outside the building that surrounded the Great Tree. Once the ride returned indoors, it flew over the toy department before returning to its starting point. After completing the journey, we got a sticker that said “I rode the Pink Pig”. That silly little sticker, which by the way permanently left an oval adhesive outline on our clothes, was like a badge of honor.
The Pink Pig helped make Christmas magical in a carnival sort of way. Until I had kids of my own, it never even occurred to me that there were children who had not ridden or even heard of it.
I can’t imagine what my life would be like without those memories. Sometimes when I’m sad, memories like the Pink Pig help to cheer me up[…]
Thank you Baily Wood for the astute comment. It DID exist. It is not an artifact of my mind’s invention. Especially grateful that you elaborated on the sticker, ”the sticker” was a critical element of the stories I have heard. The highly coveted sticker was blue ribbon kid booty, a keepsake that was truly and very sincerely prized. A simple gaphic, it was a citation of proof of your spoils, proof that you had ridden The Pink Pig.
Doesn’t the excitement for the ride make you sparkle inside as you think of an earlier time? With multiple Six Flags, numerous Disney Parks, fairs every where, amid malls upon malls filled with small motorized attractions, it seems nice, it seems simple that at one time there were fewer things.
Sometimes, too much is simply too much. People become desensitized and numb. I know The Pink Pig of today doesn’t draw the same emotion. I mean, can you imagine driving all the way to Atlanta, making a four hour trek with a car load of children every Christmas to go shopping and let your kids ride on a ride – one ride, one SINGLE ride? Wow, just saying it sounds exciting. I bet the kids were totally wired by the time they got to the ticket line. This is such a great glimpse into the past.
I would love to hear more stories. So, please feel free to share.
*Photos Compliments of Baily Wood from Atlanta from her real-life ride on The Pink Pig. Isn’t the picture cool? And, the sticker, too. I am impressed that she has the pictures. Nice work! You can read her comment in full here.
My Mom always tells of how she, Aunt Peggy and Grandmother would ride the Pink Pig in Atlanta. It was above the downtown Rich’s store. Grandmother would take them to Atlanta to shop and go to the Doctor. It must have been a long drive from Nashville (Georgia) with FIVE children. I think I have also heard Uncle Jim talk about it. If you know more about this story, please elaborate. Tell me because I only vaguely remember the details. I think they would go each year and all come home with a sticker announcing, “I rode the Pink Pig.”
Rich’s abandoned the Pink Pig as I remember getting Richie Bears from Grandmother for Christmas. However, they have brought back the pig. I will try to get the history on it.
When I think of Christmas, Rich’s always comes to mind…still.
Take part in a favorite Atlanta holiday tradition: ride the Pink Pig @ Macy’sin Lenox Square Shopping Mall on Peachtree Road from now until Dec. 31. Best for kids of all ages. The ride no longer loops the roof of Rich’s downtown but now is under a big tent through a life-size storybook that tells the story of the Pink Pig.The “I Rode the Pink Pig” sticker is one for the scrap books. Click here for hours and prices.
These pictures are from our trip to St. Simons last week. After an early morning breakfast at Dressners (our favorite island breakfast spot) we strolled around the village down to the pier. We stopped to take B to the playground. It’s right on the beach so it was breezy and chilly. And, it was really early. As you can see we were the ONLY people in the park. Brian pushed Beatrice on her first swing ride until he couldn’t take it any more. It looked like so much fun he had to join in for Father-Daughter swing. It was so much fun. It’s times like this that I remember how much I love B’s Daddy. He is such a great Papa!
Disney on Ice is coming to the Savannah Civic Center Nov. 7-11. No, ladies -Don’t be so “mouse-y.” I am not talking about a new mommy drink.
It’s a skating extravaganza featuring the tiara-clad crowd, all the popular princesses: Cinderella, Jasmine, Ariel, Belle, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty and Mulan. Tickets go on sale Friday Oct. 5 (tomorrow!). Tickets cost: $12, $16, $19. Opening night tickets are $12. Buy tickets by clicking here or call (912) 651-6556.
I would love to go, but I just don’t think Bea is quite ready for this yet. Sorry for being so Goofy.
Brinnng. Brinnnng. The phone rang furiously. My bottem was in-air as I was bent over the front seat, seat-belt unlatched to try to catch the caller. Like a dog trying to unearth a bone, I frantically dug in the baby bag, pocket book, and shopping sacks while my hiney shined at passersby. Brinnng. Brinnnnng. One hand in, one hand out. My body was tinkering. Got it. Upon locating my phone, I held the prize as I quickly scooted into normal passenger mode.
“Hello,” I answered. There was no dial tone. The voice mail answered before I could. Rats!
As I listened to the message, Brian began to laugh uncontrollably. “I was calling to see if you wanted a T-shirt,” the caller recorded. Hysterically, my husband tears with laughter. “We are placing orders for the MOMs Club T-shirts. Do you want one,” the message continued. In true St. Nick fashion my husband bounces up in down in the drivers seat with laughter. Jolly old Brian’s entire body vibrated with cackles of amusement until tears came to his eyes.
“Babe, you have to tell me what is so funny,” I told him. He withheld. I pursued. Finally, he confided: that is the funniest thing that I have ever heard. Apparently, the thought of MOMs Club apparel brings him shrieking with merriment. “This is over-the-top,” he howled still bubbling with snickers. Before he could contain his chuckles, I told him that I had actually ALREADY ordered one. I bought one as soon as I found out about it! In fact, I can’t wait for it to come in.
“That’s great,” he cheerfully tittered. “That is so great. I am glad to see you are so excited about being a Mom.”
We retired the conversation, as I sat smugly rolling my eyes at his amusement and he sat face-strapped-with-a-smile. I still do not know what is so funny about having a T-shirt for the MOMs Club. I have Rotary Club T-shirts, old sorority t-shirts, Ga-Fl T-shirts, and shirts for banks and every other establishment in town. I guess he doesn’t think the MOMs club is a serious club. I guess he doesn’t think that changing diapers repeatedly every day, planning menus, shopping for ingredients, entertaining a 7 month old with music, toys, dancing, and conversation warrents a garment. But, it does. We deserve so much more than a lousy t-shirt. Actually, Moms deserve a trophy. And you know, we have one, or two, or three, or even four. Each new family member, with their toothless grins and warm kisses, is trouphy enough. So, I guess he is right afterall. We don’t JUST deserve a t-shirt, though, we deserve more.
Speaking of T-Shirts and Dads, I think this guy has a clue. I believe I am going to order one of these for dear old Papa Brian!
Okay, okay, I admit it. I am totally hooked on kids in costumes. They’re like eye candy, a sweet addiction for a first-time-mother. Yummy! They’re so sweet and charming especially when I know them. The dainty wings, long tails, bright colors, spooky masks bring out the Mommy in me. Little Lady Bug Baby R is another cutie. Add her to my stockpile of lobsters, bunnies, and airplanes.
And, another one has come in Kid H:
Lobster for supper? Anyone? Anyone? Or better, lobster for Halloween! This is the cutest kid ever. Look what your Mama’s cooking now. She’s always got something on the kettle and something in the pot! We just visted with him last week. My how your eyes are bigger. And, what scales you have. Nice clampers, too. You are SO, SO cute! I just can’t resist showing off Baby T. Look closely at the lobsters eyes — you’ll know exactly who Mama and Papa lobster are.
B and I are always in search of educational, fun things to do. Here is a list I stumbled upon on the Southern Mama’s Blog. I may make a page of it as we discover new adventures.
- 3 Nov: Concours d’Elegance Festival – for kids
- 3 Nov: Does your mutt want to strut?
- 4 Nov: Happy 29th Birthday Brighter Day!
- 7 Nov: Disney on Ice in Savannah
- 9 Nov: Get your child’s car seat checked
- 10 Nov: Baby Calendar Contest
- 17 Nov: Sesame St.’s Maria @ Children’s Bk Fest
- 17 Nov: Help plan a new children’s museum
- 17 Nov: SMA Angels Benefit Ball
- 31 Dec: Any little girl could be President
I am really getting into cooking for B’s Halloween Party’s. It’s creative and fun. It makes me laugh to fill up hungry tummies with compounds like Mummy Dogs. There are so many ingredient lists that are smile-producing finger foods perfect for parties. I chose this one because it has the same ingredients as my Snake Recipe (from earlier post). So, I didn’t have to buy anything new, figure out any tricky techniques, could use the olives from the snake leftovers, and I already had out the pans. Refrigerated breadstick dough makes this crowd-pleaser a cinch to make — just like the snakes. For eyes, press capers into the dough before baking or you can use olives. It’s too bad B can’t eat yet. I know she would like these creepy wraps.
- 1 11-oz. package refrigerated bread sticks (12 bread sticks)
- 12 hotdogs
- Ketchup and mustard
- Capers (or sliced black olives)
1.Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Unwrap bread. Stretch each bread stick to 12 inches. Wrap dough around frankfurters, letting the frankfurters show slightly through the bread. Press in capers for eyes. Bake in preheated oven for about 12 minutes or until bread is golden brown. Serve with Ketchup and mustard. Makes 12 snacks.
**P.S. The supermarket did not have any bread-sticks. I rolled out croissant dough, which worked just fine.
Have fun. Enjoy!
The aroma of fresh baked bread fills the kitchen. An opened jar of pimientos colorfully decorates the counter while diced black olives are stacked nearby. “Hey babe, what are you cooking?” my husband questions as he enters my lair. “Oh, nothing,” I answered. “Nothing,” he questions. “It sure looks good,” he smiles while rubbing his belly. “If you insist on knowing, I am making snakes,” I surrender my secret. “Yikes!” he exclaimed.
Realizing it rings creepy, yes I am making snakes, snakes for B’s Halloween Party. Tomorrow, tomorrow. Tomorrow is B’s very first Halloween Party! Admittedly she has shown little enthusiasm for the affair. But, I am bubbling with excitement. After hours of shopping and deliberating over her costume I finally selected a Tom Arma bunny. I love it! Usually, I am attracted to homemade costumes. This one is so cute, however. I couldn’t resist the image of B dressed up in this number. She looks like a plush bunny rabbit. It makes you want to squeeze her, hug her, and whisk her off to bed! I assume this will be one of the only years that I have total control over her selection. Mama can choose what Mama wants to choose. So, I better enjoy it to the fullest. I am!
Equally as excited with the costume as with the party, I have been looking forward to making my first goodies for her. It makes me feel like a “real mother.” The only requirement of the party is that you bring a healthy snack. Being a Mother is so much fun! Just call me Christy Cleaver. My mind has been whirling all week. What in the world can I make for Halloween that is healthy and fun? I finally decided that I would make snakes out of bread stick dough, snap on two eyes out of sliced black olives, and stitch in a pimiento tongue. Ssssss.
Until tomorrow I sign this post,
1 can refrigerated breadstick dough, Separate the dough and twist as directed on package.
16 small black olive slices
8 strips pimiento
Place twists on a cookie sheet and curve to form snake-like shapes. Press two olive slices into one end of the snake for the eyes. Bake for 13-15 minutes or until lightly golden brown. Cut a small slit in the head of the snake and insert a strip of pimentoas a tongue. Refrigerate until serving time.
*With the first batch I let the sticks cool before inserting the pimento. It seemed to work better with the second batch when I inserted the pimento while the snakes were warm.
Obento! I know, it sounds like a party, fiesta, all night long. Go Lionel Richie, go. Maybe I am just getting carried away. It does, kind of, sound like that instrument they play at the symphony. Deep. Loud. You know, the Obento. No, no that is not it. Anyway, Obento is a super cool craft of Japanese mothers. They spend hours making creative lunchs for their children each week. The creations are Obento. Obento can be animals, cartoon characters, toys, well, Obento can be anything that will make the food appealing to choosy children. The teachers judge each of the boxes every day according to rules of the craft such as it must be hand made, tantalizing and appealing to kids. Wow. I am so impressed with Japenese mothers. This Southern mama can not imagine finding an extra hour a day to create, implement and execute creative lunch box strategies to swindle my child to eat her veggies.
Look out B, here come your brocolli!