Workin’ Wednesdays: Climax
Lights, camera, headache. I have four tech rehearsals to attend this week from West Angeles Theater to El Camino College. There’ll be little ones in tennis shoes, medium ones in tap shoes, and stage moms bossing them all around in flip-flops.
I’m wrapping up a few things by Sunday — recital choreography, graduation choreography, logos, and business cards. I’m in almost over my head between all of that and the music editing people need for competitions and performances.
Mahogany Closet is in stage 3 of development, and hopefully they’ll hire my design company, Suuru, for their website. The next episode of Ask Supasista is July 12th, so I get a break from that, too. I’ll probably use this time to stack up scripts. There’s no shortage of questions coming in — even one in Japanese.
Next week brings rest for me! Yay! I hope to have a Soak City trip with the fam in July, lots of weekends at the beach this summer and minimal stress.
Tuesdays With Mooch: The Promo
Marital Monday’s: Baba’s Day
Those of you who read about how I stabbed myself on Mother’s Day know that Hannibal bought me a laptop. I couldn’t compete with that. We still went hard in the paint for Father’s Day this weekend, though! The themes were “Star Wars,” “Get Baba some rest,” and “Make Baba feel at home.”
We originally planned our Father’s Day for Saturday, because Hannibal’s job was going to need him to fly to Oakland for the day on Monday and I didn’t want to put it on him too hard the night before he had to fly out at 5am. Well that flight got changed to Tuesday, so Mooch and I decided we’d celebrate both days.
Saturday morning, the girls woke him up with a candlelit breakfast. They served him his favorite — a cinnamon roll and two sausages. He was delighted. I moved the bassinet in Mooch’s room and let Hannibal know that part of my gift would be sleeping in Mooch’s room with the baby, so that he wouldn’t have to wake up at all for the night feedings. I told him he could also sleep in as late as he wanted and text me when he woke up, because I’d be sneaking the kids out Sunday morning to have breakfast with *my* father.
Mooch was supposed to wait until the evening to give him her gift, but she just couldn’t wait, so she gave him his handmade card. She also got him an airplane that the two of them could put together and fly outside. He loved it! Then he opened the Vader shirt that read “Who’s your daddy?” and the button that said, “Hello! My name is Awesome.” He cracked up. It’s something he says all the time. We’re not sure who he’s trying to convince.
Anyway, part of my gift was solitude for Hannibal. He rarely gets time to himself with work and the girls, so I wanted him to rest, write, watch TV, and do whatever. I took the girls on a play date at Kid Concepts in Torrance. We stayed there until 6pm and then I went to pick up the desk, which was part of my gift to Hannibal.
In our home office I was the only one with a desk, which I was happy to share, but it has a lot of girly things on it. He never really complained about it, but I felt bad watching him sit in his recliner in the living room with comic books balanced on the armrest trying to type reviews and blogs. So, I wanted to get him a desk — with manly things on it. I had already bought a couple of pricy “Convention Exclusive” Star Wars items to place on or near the desk. The hard part was going to be sneaking the desk into the house and putting it together without Hannibal hearing me.
We got home from Ikea at about 7:45pm. I left the desk in the car, came upstairs and made tacos. They’re quick and good! I bathed Fuss and put her in the bassinet (in Mooch’s room). She fell asleep easily as usual. After Mooch went to sleep, I ran and lit candles in both the bedroom and the bathroom. I was frustrated when I realized that I was pregnant when we moved here, so all of my lingerie was in storage. I pulled it together when I realized that naked always works! I got him from the living room and we took a shower and [redacted], [redacted], and [redacted] some more. There was chilling and pillow talk, and then I left to go to Mooch’s room — or so he thought.
I actually stayed up another hour (until 1am) and quietly rearranged our entire office. Then I went to bed with Mooch. Fuss woke up at 3am. I fed her. When she woke up for her 7am feeding, I put her back to sleep and went down to the car to lug the desk up the backstairs part by part. I put the entire thing together in the office and he didn’t wake up. After placing the Star Wars paraphernalia on the desk, I got Mooch dressed. Fuss woke up (It’s a good thing she rarely fusses), so I got her ready and got the hell out!
Mooch was hungry, but I assured her that we’d grab something at the grocery store to prepare at my dad’s. I bought the salmon, yams, green beans and other stuff Hannibal requested for Father’s Day dinner, and we headed to my dad’s. Unfortunately, my dad had gone on a trip to Georgia to visit my sister without telling me. I still stayed and hung out with my other sister and aunt until Mooch got picked up to go see Karate Kid with her best friend. At about 11:30am, I got a text from Hannibal saying, “Somebody did some redecorating! Thank you, baby, this is amazing. I must have really been asleep … I am so grateful for all of this, wow. Test driving the desk now!” Then I placed my dad’s cards on the mantle and Fuss and I went home.
Hannibal was pounding away at the keyboard on his new desk when we got there. That made my day. When he’s happy, I’m happy. I gave him Fuss’s gifts plus a comic strip that I made in lieu of a card, and then we shared the office while writing blogs and such (Shut up! We love to work on holidays. Writing is fun). Shortly after Mooch returned from the movies, I fixed dinner. Mooch and Hannibal went outside to fly Hannibal’s new plane while the dinner was cooking. Everyone ate and all was well. We moved Fuss back into the bedroom and still got busy again (after she was asleep, of course).
P.S. The only thing that got a little messed up was that at 6:30am, Hannibal says his mom called to wish him a bright and early Happy Father’s Day. He didn’t answer, but the call woke him for 2 seconds. I guess next time I have to remember to turn his ringer off. 
Film Friday: Jason’s Lyric
Allen Payne has a hairy booty. Originally, I remembered this movie solely as the deliverer of this message. When my husband reminded me of how Payne’s character, Jason, put his mack down to win over the guarded Lyric (played by Jada Pinkett-Smith), I had to go look it up and watch the clip again. He even went to get that good momma advice. Most men don’t get down like this anymore.
Tabu Baby Pictures — You Vote: Who Does Fuss Look Like?
Everywhere we go, people say my youngest daughter looks solely like my husband. Now strangers are even saying she looks like Mooch! So this post is here either to prove everyone wrong or to at least get someone to say,”She looks a little like you, Myshell.”
Enter Exhibit A: My baby pictures.
Here’s Hannibal’s Baby Picture:
Here’s Mooch’s Baby Picture:
And here is Fuss:
You be the judge please. THE ONLY RULE IS THAT YOU MUST ONLY PICK ONE PERSON — NONE OF THAT STRADDLING THE FENCE!!!
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