Yes, that’s right – in my quest for the Mommy-of-the-Year award, I took The Boy to see The Doodlebops. This is one group/show that I don’t really mind watching, ’cause at least there’s a decent song at the end!
I got an e-mail from TicketMaster (once you buy online, you’re on the list forever!) outlining the deals for the week just after Christmas. Since The Boy’s birthday is in February, I thought it would be a great idea to give him concert tickets for a birthday present. He loved getting the tickets, and really kept the concert in mind – he’d ask – WE DIDN’T MISS THE DODDLEBOPS, DID WE?????? At least once a week! It was a long wait from the middle of February to the middle of April.
But finally, last weekend, we went. The pictures I took were horrible, so the image you see isn’t quite an accurate one of what we saw, but we did have great seats – it’s the best ones I’ve ever gotten for a show – row E, slightly off to the right of stage, which, at the Lyric (in Baltimore, MD) apparently means the 7th row from the stage, not the 5th like you’d think. Either way, we were up really nice and close.
Being that close meant that we could actually see the performers’ expressions and mannerisms, and I have to hand it to them, those Doodlebops really do seem to like performing for the kiddos. And Moe Doddle really CAN break-dance. He’s pretty good, too. He’s also a bit of a charmer. When he wasn’t “on” he would be sure to come to the front of the stage and wink or give the hi-5 sign to different kids in the audience. Smooth.
Also, since we were so close, The Boy ran up at the end when they all came out to the wings of the stage to get up close with the kids, but he was a bit too late. Normally, he’d have been crushed, and pouted for ages, but he was so thrilled to be at the show, that he snapped right out of it!
All in all, it was a good show, and I’m glad he got the chance to go. Besides a bit of rain that day, and an incident with a puddle on the way back to the car (if you know my son, you know there was no possible way he could walk safely past that puddle – silly me for getting upset!), we had a great time, and he really loved it. It was so cute to hear him back in the car after the show. Apparently, he’d been more excited than I realized, because as he was buckling himself into the car, he said “Well, at your first rock concert ever, you SHOULD be a little nervous, right??”