Warehouse 13 comes back to the sci-fi channel next week!
Five Course Love rehearsals at the Williamston Theatre are going wonderfully, previews start next week!
Casting for next season at the WT has begun, and it’s an exciting process! I’m in love with next year’s lineup!
My kids are goofballs, and I’m so grateful:
Don’t tell Maggie I posted that pic! 🙂
Climbing back into bed now… Spent the last few minutes with my son.
About 1:52am I was woken up by someone moving around the house. The pitter patter of little feet made me think one of the kids was up to use the bathroom, until I heard a beep that sounded suspiciously like the one our microwave makes when any button on it is pressed. Hmmm… This isn’t normal.
As I was headed down the hall to see what was going on, I see my 8-year-old at the other end of the hall, heading back into his room. Fully dressed for school. Mmmmkay, that’s two…
“Max?” I ask, easing into his room, “You okay, buddy?”
“Yep” he says, as he climbs into bed and pulls the covers up. Still fully dressed for school, “Just sleepy.”
This oughta be good.
“Okay. What are you doing awake?”
Then, in one long sleepy run on sentence, he says “I woke up and got dressed for school and went into the kitchen but no one was up and the clock on the microwave said 1:52 so I pushed clear to see if it was really 1:52 and it was still 1:52 so I came back to bed but I’m just gonna sleep in my schoolclothes so I don’t have to get dressed again later.” And then he was asleep.
While hugging him and squeezing him, and managing to not giggle too much, I got him back into his jammies and tucked him in.
I need to make a list of the reasons I love being a dad. This goes on there.
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3:15am
Woken by gentle thunderstorm. Listen to sounds of the house. Roll over, return to sleep.
3:30am
Open eyes. Something has woken me, not sure what. Turn head, see daughter standing silhouetted in bedroom doorway, unmoving. Wait a few seconds thinking “please don’t let her be a zombie who tries to eat me”, and ask “Honey, you okay?” while running over my zombie contingency plan in the back of my head. She says “Yep” and walks away.
3:32am
A large thunderclap hits and I decide to check on the kids. Max is sleeping, Maggie was awakened by the storm. Snuggle her for a bit, listening to thunder and watching a lot of lightning through the window. Chat in hushed terms for a minute about storms. Do not mention zombies to daughter.
3:40am
Just as I am about to head back to my oen bed I hear a loud thunderclap. I also immediately hear creepy baby sounds coming from the living room. Hold breath, wonder if Stephen King is writing my night. Baby sounds a second time. Maggie sits up with “Dad! Did you hear that?! Is it Mom’s radio?”.
“Not unless it’s set to the creepy-ass possessed demon zombie baby station” I think, running over THAT contingency plan in my head. But before I can answer, more thunder and spooky infant gurgling from the living room. Maggie says “Oh, no, I know what it is.”. Turns out they bought a new baby doll to give as a present later this week, and it’s supposed to make those sounds. (apparently it doesn’t sound demonic to anyone but me?).
3:50am
Back in my own bed. Lots of rain and thunder. After a couple more outbursts from the Twilight Zone baby in the living room, I put the damned thing at the other end of the house and make a point of NOT looking to see if it’s head turns to watch me leave the room.
Damned Halloween weekend and all it’s scary movies.
3:53am
Lying in bed I hear a tiny far away voice that I think says “I liked the other room better.” Leaning over, I grab my iPhone off the nightstand to write this entry…just, y’know, in case.
Outside, the storm is getting louder.
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SO much fun was had trick-or-treating this year.
Jeanne went as a dead teacher (complete with gummie worms crawling in her hair). Max went as Calvin (complete with a homemade stuffed Hobbes), and Maggie went as Pippi Longstocking (so cute)! I went as Great Aunt Ruth, in a beautiful flowered housedress and a horrible flowing blonde wig that went down to my ankles!
According to the Veggie Tales songs, when they had to kiss their Great Aunt Ruth “it felt weird… She had a beard”. Well, I have a beard, so it seemed like a good costume! I got quite a few catcalls, thank you very much! Of course, my son kept telling people “I don’t know him. I’m not admitting I’m related to him”!
The kids raked in a TON of candy! This was the first year that they weren’t tuckered out early, so after getting their treats we went to Big Boy’s to get at least a little healthy food!
I was pleased that both kids picked costumes from books they’d been reading instead of off the television, even if one of them was a book of Calvin and Hobbes cartoons!
So, a great time. It was a warm, wonderful night, we giggled our way through the whole event, and now it’s time to try and sleep off the sugar buzz!
Tony Caselli 