My lovely family unit is leaving tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn (5:15am! Come join the festivities!) for Charleston, South Carolina. My lovely family unit is very much looking forward to this trip, even if it involves appeasing my son, Mr. Drama, on the airplane all day.
This (rather loud) drama is surely a phase, right? I mean, I know I might have a tiny bit of flair for the over-dramatic myself, but COME ON, I employ it solely for entertainment purposes. I’m an Entertainer. Not an Overly-Dramatic Fool.
(Dear Mom and Dad, you are not allowed to comment on this entry. Especially if it involves a story of my youth involving green Jello. Love, Whoorl)
Just this morning, while I was sitting in the living room, D announced that it was time to get Mr. Drama dressed for the day. You would have thought we were packing him up for the orphanage.
D: (Looking over at Mr. Drama, who is calmly playing with building blocks.) “Let’s go get dressed, buddy.”
Mr. Drama: (Calmness morphs into insta-hysterics.) “NOOOOOOOO! Mommy! Don’t go! Bye-BYYYYYEEE, Mommy! Bye, Mommy! Love you, PRECIOUS MOMMY!”
Whoorl: “Honey, I’m right here. Daddy’s just taking you to the next room to get dressed.”
Mr. Drama: (Lying on the floor, holding on to the door frame.) “I LOVE YOU, MOMMY. GOODBYYYYE….”
Whoorl: “Fine. I’ll get your clothes. Let’s go.”
Mr. Drama: “NOOOOO! DADDY! I’ll miss you, precious daddy! Bye-byyyyyye, daddy!”
Purchased the wrong kind of juice? DRAMA. Passed him the purple crayon instead of the blue one? DRAMA. Must quit playing outside because it’s dinner time? DRAMA. Max and Ruby is on the television? DRAMA. (“NOOOOOOOOOO Max and Ruby, Mommy! NOOOOOOO.”)
(I have to say, that show does kind of suck.)
You see, situations like these make it easier to understand why upon passing a rather attractive firefighter, my first thought is no longer whether or not he looks good in his skivvies. No, it seems now the most pressing matter is whether or not his fire station participates in the Infant Drop-Off Program, and maybe, just maybe, if I bat my eyelashes, he’ll look past the fact that Mr. Drama is decidedly NOT an infant and take him anyway.
(Any recommendations for good eats/shops/parks in Charleston? I’ve got a good list started, but I DON’T WANT TO MISS A THING!)
(That was a little dramatic, wasn’t it?)
MichelleB
October 30, 2008 at 4:27 pmThat’s so cute that he calls you Precious Mommy though! Me and my hubby got married in Charleston! He proposed to me with a gorgeous diamond engagement ring he bought me from http://www.idonowidont.com during a romantic old south horse and carriage ride. Have fun over there!
suz
October 30, 2008 at 5:29 pmI just moved from downtown Charleston in March, and I’ve lived there (on the peninsula) a total of 7 of the last 10 years. I’m 35, so I’m not very versed on the college hangouts. I recommend:
Il Cortile del Re or Pane e Vino for Italian. Very small, intimate, authentic Italian and tourist-free. Pane doesn’t even have a sign, but it’s across King from John Street (visitor’s center, Rue de Jean and Virginia’s are all right there) on Warren Street.
Tristan and Cypress have fabulous bars, as does Mercato (which also has fabulous Italian food).
FIG is award-winning and has a fabulous atmosphere. The chef uses local, seasonal ingredients. Tres chic!
For seafood, you cannot beat Hank’s for quality and price. It’s semi-upscale, but not to the level of Cypress, High Cotton, etc. The atmosphere is also cool.
I love, love, love Rue de Jean for sushi, just for drinks, or for dinner. French bistro with good burgers, best sushi in town, and a good crowd. Also, good brunch.
Fleet Landing is a very cool place to have drinks. The food is mediocre, but the building is actually out over the water and there’s an indoor/outdoor bar.
McCrady’s is very cool, very upscale, and very old. George Washington ate there.
I could go on & on, obviously! I am seriously homesick as I haven’t been to Chas. since July. Please blog in detail about where you go & what you do, so I can live vicariously through you!
Please do NOT go to Hyman’s, A.W. Shucks, Bubba Gump’s. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea of my town!
joslyn
November 3, 2008 at 2:10 pmif it makes you feel better we’re in the exact. same. phase. with millie. Dramaville USA at our house these days…
Courtney
November 3, 2008 at 4:14 pmOkay, am I the only one who really wants to know the green Jello story now?
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