Today marks day 3 of the cold/flu that has officially kicked my ass. I say officially because today, I missed brunch at LIPS with my MOMfia girls - something that I've been dying to do for years and that has been on the calendar for a month, and I couldn't rally. Instead, I got in back in bed. I'm a rally girl; I pull it out and make the party. So for me to miss eggs Benedict and Mimosas served by Drag Queens, you know I was really freaking ill.
Surrounded by wadded up tissues and cough drop wrappers, with the rain hitting the slide glass doors, I hunker down for day 2 of old movies and bad TV. Yesterday I had the opportunity to finally watch the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, an abomination in SO many ways, although I am now thinking I should finally take my wedding dress from the closet at my Mom's house and maybe ENCLOSE IT IN MY CLOSET WALL like Adrienne. As I'm flicking through the guide, Zoe walks in and crawls in bed with me. Not sure if it's the rainy weather or if she's not feeling all that hot either, but its decided: It's a movie day. While the boys are downstairs watching Lord of the Rings, I decide it's time for Zoe to see my equivalent of Star Wars - Annie.
This was the movie I remember shaping my childhood. I remember seeing the movie in the theatre and wishing I was Aileen Quinn. I had the soundtrack that I made my parents play over and over on the record player as I danced around with dishcloths. I listened to that record so many times that I think I wore it out, and to this day I still know all the words to each song.
Zoe loves movies with singing and dancing. She's been taking ballet and tap for a few months now and loves to watch tap dancing routines. We climbed into bed and started watching. By the time Annie was snuck out of the orphanage in Mr. Bundles laundry basket, I knew she was hooked. She looked at me with her big brown eyes and exclaimed "Oh, no! What happen to Annie?" and I had to assure her Annie was okay. During "We got Annie" she finally caved in and jumped up and started dancing. She sat riveted and clutching my hand when Rooster chased Annie up the raised train track and cheered when Punjab rescued her with the "Orocopter." And when it ended, she looked at me and yelled "Again! Again! We watch Annie AGAIN!"
While I'm not sure the sun will come out for us tomorrow - both literally as it's supposed to rain more - and figuratively with this never end germ-fest that may have been the reason that Zoe puked on the couch tonight, the sunshine of my day was sharing this special piece of my childhood with my baby girl.
