Blaker Girl, here

I took the kids to the American Idol concert last night. Yes, they were my beard--I'm a little too old to be a fangirl. The concert was fun, and Blake's "You Give Love a Bad Name" was definitely the highlight. He and Chris R. also did a little beatbox-off that ended with a bar of Sexyback, which was hilarious. T rocked out--he was dancing in our row (when he wasn't stuffing his face with popcorn, Diet Pepsi and cotton candy). H was into it, too, and was pissed that I made her leave early. I wanted to avoid the rush, and since it was only Jordin closing out the show, I didn't feel like we'd miss anything. She was also pissed that Blake did not seem to have that many performances--you and me both, girl. Gina's boyfriend came out on stage and proposed to her (she said yes) which provided a nice "awwww" moment that H got a kick out of.

T lost his first tooth on the way to the concert. The tooth fairy visited last night and left $2. That is the going rate at our house, even if some of their friends are getting Webkinz. Speaking of which, T got his own Webkinz--a cute little frog that he named Flyer. T is a riot with him, and is pretty good at the games. Of course, not as good as his mom. I was playing a pac-man type game the other night--solely to help the kids get Webkinz cash, of course--where a pig eats junk food, and eating vegetables sets him back. What kind of message is that to send our kids? Of course, my kids loved it. A friend of mine is addicted to a Tetris-type game--she, too, plays in the interest of her child--so I gave that a whirl the other day. Sadly, I logged in as one of the kids when they weren't even around. Is this a sign of a larger problem?