Theatrics

Lately, life is just one big theatrical performance at the Bronco Babies household. I'm not just talking about the throwing-yourself-down-on-the-floor-temper-tantrum kind of theatrics. No, these performances are often highly-detailed, well-scripted, and perfectly acted (naturally). They feature two young, budding actors who are honing their crafts in a variety of dramatic settings.

Here we have a short play in two acts. The plot wasn't very nuanced but there was a lot of action. Mainly screaming (the happy kind) and chasing the dog around the back yard. For the second act, the scenery moved to the top of the picnic table and also involved a lot of happy screeching and various hand gestures. The audience had a hard time following the story line but there was a good guy, a bad guy and a giant rope tied to the deck that made the stage manager (me) a little uneasy. Notice the beseeching look, the sheer desperation to get inside the house. For another bowl of crackers. Oh, the drama! Here we have a new play, same players. This is a variation of old westerns, Woody from Toy Story and Rango (the Johnny Depp lizard cowboy movie that Will has seen three times but I've yet to really understand what's going. I should probably watch the whole thing). We have to give a big shout-out to the wardrobe department for this production. The level of detail is amazing, although the dinosaur shirt seems a little out of place.
Let's zoom in for some detail on the footwear. The wardrobe mistress (me) found these gems at the used clothing store. I (mistakenly) thought they'd be way too big for Cowboy Will but they actually fit. If his shoe size is any indication of his height, Will's going to be like 7 1/2 feet tall. The boots are actually slippers which serves us both well - he gets to clomp around the house in cowboy boots and I don't have to actually hear the clomping. Win win!

Oh look - the fireman is back! When I picked out this fire jacket a few years ago, I specifically bought it big so that he could wear it for a while. Uh oh.... looks like there is a new fire chief in town. And she's bringing major attitude with her. Why she's topless, I don't know. I really hope that topless acting is NOT in her future. (A side note, Reina has perfected the harumph-folding-of- the-arms to express displeasure. Since none of the rest of us use this particular arm motion to signal that we are unhappy, I can only assume that there's some special secret class for two-yr-olds where they practice harumphing, avoiding eye contact and the running in place squealing prelude to a tantrum. Clearly, she's getting all A's in that class.)

Yeah! She's happy again! Topless but happy.

Finally, the Star Wars bug has hit a certain population of the Pauley house pretty hard. I bought this shirt a few weeks ago but told him that he had to wait until the weather turned cooler to wear it. Luckily, we've had a few cool days and he pops out of bed gleefully to put this shirt on. He doesn't have any Star Wars legos yet but that doesn't stop him from enlisting the ninja's, knights and the lone pirate he does have into various action scenes and re-enactments of the few bits of the Star Wars movies he has seen. Before we drug him off to bed last night, he was playing out a complicated scenario that involved four (no-named) good guys were rescuing Princess Leia (a ninja this time around) from the top of his spaceship tower and using the fireboat to speed away. George Lucas could probably learn a thing or two from this Jedi.