In an attempt to wear Lu and Clara out before bedtime the other night, we loaded them up to go see "The Fridley City Polka Band" for a free concert at Como Park Amphitheatre. Oh how I wished you all had been in the audience. Let me see if I can give you a good mental picture...first of all, as you'd expect being in Minnah-so-tah, we were surrounded by Scandinavians, Poles and Germans, mostly of a generation that actually can polka dance. Our two kids were easy to spot in the crowd, not only because they were the only Chinese-American children there, but mostly because they are dancin' fools. Lu is still young enough and limited in his body movements that he exhibited a respectable enough dance form. Clara though, oh lordy, clear the aisles and give this child some room! Imagine if you will, a mixture of modern free form ballet, combined with skipping (she just learned how) and lots of arms out wide, head tilted toward the sky twirling. And lots of giggling. Oh, and running. Um, into people.
Fearful of the mounting competition for attention my children were waging against the Polka band, they eventually invited Clara and Lu up on stage for introductions and better audience viewing of their sizable talents. To hell with worrying about them becoming show-offs, Pete and I were beaming prouder than Michael Phelps' parents have been this week. Needless to say, after an hour and a half of Polka craziness, our kids were wiped out. They fell asleep as soon as their little heads hit the pillow. Mission accomplished. I regret to inform you that I did not have my camera or you'd be forced to see for yourself the gigantic amounts of cuteness my children can unleash into the world. I did however, manage to find a photo of the Fridley City Polka Band, who are pretty darn cute themselves.
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