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Yo Gabba Gabba Mayhem

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On Friday we took our son to a Yo Gabba Gabba Concert. It was a gathering of the Seattle parent army, from the too cool Capitol Hill hipster parents to the yuppie Queen Anners, we were all there to dance and squeal with our kids. There is no better evidence of what parenthood does to you than at a Yo Gabba Gabba Concert. People who I'm sure 2 hours prior were sitting in board rooms or busily typing important memos on their Mac Books suddenly became dancing, jumping, grinning maniacs. I mean, we are all sitting their watching a grown man in orange spandex dance around with oversized stuffed animals. What is the world coming to? And what's worse , we are all having fun!!! Yes, fun. I think the adults were dancing and smiling more than the kids (I think I might be a culprit). Hey, the music is kinda jammin and it's really fun to see the excitement on your kids' faces! It's contagious. Honestly, I can't wait to go next year. Haha!Our experience was very typical of us. Unorganized, chaotic, but ultimately awesome. First, I got the time wrong. I told my husband it was at 7, when it was actually at 6. By 515 I realized my mistake and began calling him frantically. This man who basically has his phone glued to his eyeballs suddenly is not answering his phone (his ringer was off). So I decide to head to the show with miles and wait for my husband to meet us when he got his 15 messages. Meanwhile, miles is having a meltdown because he wants some sort of crazy flashing light toy, but they only accept cash, and of course in my last minute rush I forgot to get cash. So I'm trying to reason with him, and reach my husband, which I finally do, at 545. Luckily, he was at my parents' condo which is only a 5 minute walk away from the venue so i had him grab some cash from my folks and he hauled it to the show. He made it just in time to buy Miles a flash light before the show started. Mayhem! So, with flashlight in hand Miles was a happy camper. For the first 20 minutes he basically just stared in disbelief at the loud music and flashing lights. Then we let him stand in the aisle and danced and sang like crazy. I couldn't stop laughing! It was a good night.

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