An Update

Of course I'm back to write about how the pizza turned out. But first, here's how the "ginky" stalemate turned out.

As I mentioned earlier, James staged a standoff when he woke up from his nap this afternoon by refusing to leave the neutral territory of his crib because it would mean surrendering his binky (or as he calls it, "ginky") for the very last time. He woke up at 3:30 at sat there for an hour, staring into space and refusing all offers of George books and animal crackers. I would peek in on him periodically and confirm that he hadn't violated the neutral boundaries of his bed. I used the time to write my first blog of the day, and to make pizza dough in the bread machine. Anyone who follows my blog knows that I don't have much luck with cooking ventures, so I was very careful to follow the recipe exactly. At 4:30 I looked in again and he was sitting in the same position, but with a basketball under his right arm.

"James," I asked "did you get out of bed."

He looked up at me with an expression of profound guilt and whispered through his binky "...no..."

He was out of bed and the binky surrendered shortly thereafter.

I wasn't looking forward to taking the binky away tonight. It doesn't really bother me, and I thought it was a bit of a raw deal that I should be the one to enforce the policy on a night when J was going to be away. It's been a long time, though, since I've had to deal with any major tantrums, and J generally has to be the disciplinarian while I waltz in at the end of the day with treats and retain Most Favored Parent status. I asked "Is this the right night to be doing this?" but in the end I agreed to be the one who would suffer James' displeasure and take the binky away.

Once he gave the binky up I attempted to do my practicing for the day, which was spectacularly unsuccessful. Between James knocking over all of the music on my stand twice and insisting that he play along with his own trumpet ("I wanna practice TOO!") I didn't get much done. Oh, well. It's hard to practice and be the sole childwatcher at the same time. I had a student coming at 6, so I wanted to make sure that I could time my practicing, dinner prep, and the necessary cleanup all right. We read a few books while I took breaks, and I even got a big container of pizza sauce made. I was practicing again when James came in with J's recipe box and dumped the entire stack of index cards onto the floor, after which he began sorting through the brightly colored green ones.

Oh well, I thought, I'll have to clean that up afterwards. A few minutes later, he came up to me and tugged my arm. "Daddy, wanna make GOOkies." And sure enough, he had the recipe card for chocolate chip cookies. I'm not quite sure how he did that. Maybe he learned to read while he was in the tent.

Just then the timer went off for the pizza dough, and I went to check the bread machine. This is what I found.

I have no idea how a recipe so closely followed could turn out quite badly, but if we've learned anything in this blog over the years, it is certain that I am completely incapable of making a pizza.

I decided to order a pizza and wings. I would have $25 coming in from my student and I had coupons. I printed a coupon off, and told J what I was going to do. It was now nearly 6:00, and my student was going to be arriving soon. I needed to clean up, get the pizza ordered as close to 6 as possible (so that it would still be hot when we picked it up after 6:30) and get the tent torn down. James protested the tent going down, but when he laid down in the middle of it I just kept on taking the tents down, and I think he could tell that I meant business.

I called Pontillo's at 5:50 and ordered a large cheese pizza and a dozen wings, and they said it would be about 25 minutes. I told them they could hold off on putting that in since I couldn't pick it up till 6:35. Then I stopped, thought for a moment, and looked at the calendar on the white board. My student wasn't coming at 6, they were coming at 6:30.

"Hello, this is Pontillo's Brighton."

"Hi, I called just a second ago and ordered a large pizza and asked you to wait to put it in?"

"Yes?"

"Sorry, please put that in as soon as possible. Can it still be ready in 25 minutes?"

"Yeah, that's no problem. I'll have them get started on it."

I figured that since it was less than a block away, I could get down there with James and at least get him set up with some dinner before my student got there at 6:30, even if I had to wait until after the lesson to eat. He certainly wasn't going to make it much longer before he needed dinner, and I didn't want to have to go out again once it was dark and freezing out.

We finished cleaning up the living room, and at 6:10 we put on shoes and coat and made our way out to the car. The traffic where we live is really terrible from 5-7 pm every day, and it took us about 5 minutes just to get halfway up the block to where the pizza place is. It's easy walking distance, but I didn't think I could carry back a pizza and James and make it back in time for the lesson.

We went into the store and I told them I was there for a pick-up. They asked for my name, and the clerk said he didn't have anything under Roy. They asked for my phone number, and they didn't have anything under that either. They asked whether I'd called the right location, and I confirmed that I'd called the Brighton location on Monroe Avenue. They asked what I'd ordered and I told them I had a coupon for a large cheese pizza and a dozen wings.

"We don't sell wings by the dozen."

"No, I have it on the coupon right here."

I pulled out the Pontillo's coupon. And at that exact moment I realized I was in a Salvatore's.

It was now 6:25, and James and I raced back to the car to drive home, him begging the entire way "Daddy, I wanna EAT. Wanna EAT, Daddy. Wanna EAT."

We got into the house about 30 seconds before my student, and I was just finishing up a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for James when they came in the door. James got it all over his face and talked animatedly to my student's father (mostly about Curious George) while my student played duets, and then I felt the back of my chair being pushed repeatedly. I waited for my student to finish his etude, excused myself, and put on Curious George Christmas on the laptop in James' bedroom. I heard him laughing a few times, but he didn't come out and bother my student's father anymore. (He'd wanted him to come back to his bedroom and read George books while they were at the table.)

When my student left, I finally had the $25 in my pocket and the coupon ready, and James and I put on shoes and coats again and drove down to the 12 Corner Plaza in Brighton, to get our pizza from Pontillo's. I was sure I remembered where it was, so I didn't get directions before we left. We turned around once, and then turned around twice, and then I looked up direction on my phone. The directions led us to a pizza place, but it wasn't Pontillo's. At 7:35 we finally showed up at Pontillo's, picked up our pizza, and drove home.

James read a George book to himself at the table while we ate, and I didn't even try to take it away. That pizza was DELICIOUS.

At 8:00, I let him finish watching the last 10 minutes of Curious George Christmas and sat with him beside his bed as he sang along with the songs. We changed his diaper, brushed teeth, and he got into bed. And then the maelstrom hit.

I WAN' GINKY!!! I WAN' GINKY!!!

"No, James, tonight you're going to be a big boy and sleep without your binky, just like we talked about earlier."

"NO, GINKY!!! I WAN' GINKY!!!"

It was maybe 10 minutes of this before J arrived back from work. She listened in the hall for a few seconds, then shook her head and said "Are we sure this is the right night to do this?" I don't remember quite what I said to that, but the long and the short of it is that James is sleeping peacefully with his binky, we are all full of pizza, and we now know that it is a Salvatore's, and not a Pontillo's across the road from us.

And I still am yet to successfully make a pizza on my own.

The Tent

The tent is up today, much to James' delight. When we put it up two days ago he was cautious and cranky-looking. I'd arrived home from work about an hour earlier carrying a bag full of hot dogs, buns, s'more materials, and then the tent bag. The tent had lain forgotten in our storage unit for months, packed away in an inaccessible cranny as the solution to the problem of "what can I throw back in this unreachable hole that I know we aren't likely to need for the entire time our residence in Brighton?" The tent was buried before that under mounds of boxes in the laundry room in Spencerport, and in the basement at St. Vivian's before that.

The tent was originally a gift from the former head of the Roberts music department. A decidedly single and pessimistic woman, she'd given it to us on our wedding day so that "we'd at least never be completely homeless." It was quite touching that she came, actually, although the seven hour trip to our wedding and back again has become a legendary tale of patience to the friend of ours who shared her car. Her left-handed blessing has been a reminder from time to time of just how good we have it. Going on seven years married we've always had jobs, and we're going on our fourth year now of making a comfortable living doing nothing except performing and teaching. Today has been a day when I've been a little blue about practicing and paying bills and taking auditions, and it's good to have a visible reminder in the living room that we've actually done a pretty good job of music as a career, at least so far.

REAL LIFE UPDATE:
I was writing this blog in the living room when I heard James bounce up from his nap and pitter-patter into the living room, asking through the binky in his mouth to "read oo-ah." He's been told several times today that the age of the binky is now drawn to an end, and this will be his first night sleeping without it. When I told him that we could read oo-ah when gave me the binky, he retreated back to his room and got into his bed again. That was 30 minutes ago. He's been sitting back there the entire time, looking straight ahead, sucking on that binky. I tried to lure him out with animal crackers at one point, but he just said "No, ginky." Maybe he thinks that if he stays in his bed until 7:30 he'll just be able to keep it for another night. It wouldn't be his first use of this tactic, as will be discussed below.

Anyhow, J remembers that we set up the tent once in North Carolina, but I have no memory of this. My first memory of the tent is the summer that we lived with my parents. (Yes, we are very successful musicians.) We took the tent back to Grandpa's pond and camped out with Lux, Calvus, and Martha. Most of my childhood camping experiences were with Pax, and they never really involved setting up a tent. We would just drag out a tarp and two sleeping bags, and if it rained (and it always did rain) we would wake up in a start and go flying back to the house, sometimes remembering to bring the sleeping bags. Those were glorious summer nights, with a dark country sky full of bright stars and early mornings with the smell of dewy grass. Also, we would argue a lot.

Arguing was theme for our camping experience at Grandpa's pond. We swore by the end that our tent, which is supposed to be a two-person tent, couldn't be set up without at least three people. Lux ended up being the unlucky third, and I'm afraid we might have scared him out of ever getting married. When we laughed about it later with Mom, she said that painting a room together is the other true test of marriage, which we still haven't attempted.

We couldn't make heads or tails of the instructions, but by trial and error and a certain amount of luck we managed to get the tent erected. We had a lovely campfire that night, put out lanterns, sang songs, and went for some early morning fishing in the canoe. And that was the entire usage of our tent up until this week.

I try to have interesting dates for us every Tuesday evening, and this week it was the camping theme. When J opened the door for me and saw the tent, she exclaimed "Cool, what a great idea!" And the night just got better from there. We woke James up to watch, and the whole process went smoothly. As noted above, he was a little wary of the big canvas on the living room floor at first, and we didn't know what he was thinking when we started to lift up the tent poles. As soon as they went into the air, he took off running for his bedroom and I figured that he was scared again. A minute later he came back carrying all the stuffed animals he could imagine, which he promptly deposited inside the tent before going back for a load of trains and cars.

He played in there all afternoon, fiddled with the lantern, and did constant laps in and out through the entrance. (He made J zip it almost all the way down so that he'd have to crawl through a small hole.) We took a brief break to make dinner, which was roasted andouille sausages (James, these are like hot dogs but way better) sweet potato fries and roasted brussel sprouts. When I got back from a church meeting, we did s'mores in the microwave, and when we put him to sleep in his bed he was completely exhausted from the fun of it all.

J and I slept in the tent on top of our old futon mattress, and while it wasn't quite like waking up to the smell of the dew, we did both sleep very deeply. I had rehearsal the next morning, and received periodic updates about what they were doing together. (Having breakfast in the tent, reading books in the tent, playing iPad in the tent, practicing running in and out of the tent.)

J had to take the tent down to teach a lesson in the afternoon, and James staged his first lie-in protest. He gathered all his animals, spread-eagled on the mattress, and wouldn't move until he was promised that we'd put the tent up again later. We did that night, and it went up in just a few minutes. J remarked that we'd made a lot of progress in our marriage. It was a shame Lux wasn't there to see it.

And now, I need to take the tent down for good. And I need to take the binky away for good. I put some pizza dough in the bread machine for dinner (stay tuned for a follow-up blog entry if that goes as well as it usually does) and I have a student coming in a few hours. James has been awake now for an hour, and all good things must come to an end. But don't worry...if he still doesn't want animal crackers I may offer him a s'more.

Being American

I’m an American. Or, at least, I was born in America to American parents and with American brothers and sisters.

But at various times I’m quite convinced that I’m English, a Roman, an Athenian, and an old Hebrew.

I’ve been reading The Once and Future King this week, and this week I’ve been mostly convinced that I’m English. To be honest, I spend most of my days being English anyway. A common language runs deeper than blood, but most of my blood traces back to the British Isles anyway, though I’m not sure to what parts and in what amounts. I can speak American when necessary, but I feel most myself when speaking English.

I’m married to an American, and quite happily so. She doesn’t care a bit for poetry, and isn’t remotely interested in the King Arthur or Robin Hood stories. When I read about King Arthur, I feel as if I’m back home in a childhood land I’d nearly forgotten, and when a line of Latin or old English gets quoted I can almost remember being there. I’m quite sure that the land of my grandfather’s grandfather’s was the sort of place that was inhabited by the “old people,” when there were wolves in savage forests and fairies and spells and witches. Then there were valleys and moors and marshes where not even the Latin language, let alone the English one, had been heard. Moonlight meant something and there were dragons—not like the Harry Potter sort, but what you might call dracones—and all sorts of nearly human people like Merlin who lived in places like Lothian and Avalon and are dimly remembered in Shakespeare.

But I’ve never been to those lands, and as I write this I’m sitting in an American city under fluorescent lights with gas heat. The concrete building I’m writing from has never been heated with a wood fire, and all the efforts of winter have been scraped and salted off its sidewalks. All the land around it has been paved over to accommodate automobiles, and there are no songs or poems about anything notable ever happening here. No one sleeps in this building, and there are never children or animals allowed nearby. No king has ever passed through this street, and no king has ever held this land. It’s sort of sad, really.

There are plenty of reasons why I’m glad to be an American, and listening to Copland 3 is one of them. I’m also proud whenever I go to the dentist, whenever I see snow on the fields of my parent’s house, whenever I visit Lake Ontario, and whenever I read the Midnight Ride of Paul Revere. But I think I need some more reasons. So fire away—what things make you feel American and happy to be so?

In the meantime, I’ll be in Camelot.

Another List

I’m currently sitting in a Tim Horton’s in Buffalo. I’ve been here for the last 7 hours waiting for an evening concert and working on our 2013 taxes. The internet has currently pooped out, so I have plenty of time to think about the top 10 things I’d rather be doing, such as:

10) Playing about 340 high Bs in a row on a stuffy rotary trumpet that I’ve only ever played once before in my life. (Don’t worry, I’ll have a chance to do this in about two hours at the concert.)

9) Slowly flushing $1,006 of small bills down the toilet in the men’s room here. (That would be more enjoyable than writing checks in that amount to New York State and Uncle Sam)

8) Calculating the parabola of the total number of gas stations I passed while driving on the thruway this year divided by the hypotenuse of regular unleaded, so as to more accurately render my standard mileage expense. (It wouldn’t take me long, since I’ve already figured out the miles)

7) Answering questions from strangers about whether I’ve ever received rental income from a farm that owned the royalty rights to any business losses from Hurricane Sandy. (Answer: No)

6) Changing into a tuxedo without ever actually making skin contact with any surface of the money-flushing men’s room. (I’ll do this in about an hour)

5) Reading the enormous book that I brought with me because I thought that the taxes wouldn’t take 7 hours.

4) Taking a community course on how depreciation works for business inventory on a schedule C, since I have no earthly idea what any of the questions in that category are about

3) Having an hour or two alone with my wife to get a good look at her deductions and give her a very thorough Federal Review.

2) Attempting to give cellphone instructions to James on how to ride the New York City subway. (This is sort of what Turbo Tax is going through with me right now.)

1) Actually playing trains with James

The J 100

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and I'll be spending it the most romantic day of the year exactly the way every wife envisions it: A 3 hour pops rehearsal in the afternoon, and then a concert and late drive home.

So, we're doing Valentine's Day today in the Smith house. I'm sure we'll see plenty of cynicism tomorrow about how Valentine's Day is a fiction of the massive floral-industrial complex, or how it's absurd for couples to spend one particular day in February pretending they're more attracted to one another than usual. There will also be lots of soupy goo on facebook, and a great deal of noise in every direction.

But really, it is an extraordinary thing to be married to a woman. And here are 100 extraordinary things about being married to J:

1)      Really good at doing math in her head, and she knows how to do fancy calculus stuff

2)      Makes delicious homemade pizza every Friday

3)      Wants to be a stay at home Mom with James

4)      Cleans the bathroom, which is my least favorite chore by far

5)      Doesn’t get all weepy about little things

6)      Knows as much or more about football than most men

7)      Shares my dislike for professional basketball

8)      Always lets me drive on long trips, which is way more interesting than waiting around in the passenger seat

9)      Reads books

10)   Doesn’t vegetate in front of the television screen for hours every night

11)   Uses correct punctuation, capitalization, and grammar when texting

12)   Has luxurious curly hair

13)   Is a graceful and natural dancer

14)   Eats healthy without needing to be a vegetarian

15)   Stays active without being a perpetually sweaty gym rat

16)   Pronounces the words “probably” and “February” correctly

17)   Is endlessly patient with her very two two-year-old son

18)   Did the dishes ungrudgingly for seven years before we moved into a place with a dishwasher

19)   Always errs on the side of caution when spending money

20)   Has an M.M. degree from a major university

21)   Graduated with said degree without incurring any additional debt

22)   Has an uncanny ability for accurate first impressions of people

23)   Knows and behaves with social graces I am oblivious to

24)   Can play the Hindemith and Halsey Stevens sonatas

25)   Doesn’t listen to pop music, or if she does it’s when I’m not around

26)   Can pronounce frightening-looking German words correctly

27)   Appreciates a good glass of wine

28)   Boobs

29)   Looks good in almost any style of sunglasses

30)   Dresses our son in weather-appropriate matching clothes

31)   Feeds our son healthy and interesting meals

32)   Loves rest and relaxation

33)   Has huge gorgeous eyes

34)   Is a simply extraordinary flute player

35)   Routinely saves me from conversations that I am tactlessly blundering

36)   Remembers the names of my coworkers and semi-distant relations better than I do

37)   Always knows what time it is within ten minutes, even if she hasn’t seen a clock in hours

38)   Always knows what the weather will be for the day

39)   Knows that she doesn’t know everything, and doesn’t pretend to know the things she doesn’t know

40)   Came with great in-laws for me

41)   Gave birth to a conspicuously handsome boy

42)   Is absolutely adored by her son

43)   Is more fun to travel with than anyone else I know

44)   Still is sort of surprised to find out that people think she’s pretty

45)   Is deeply beloved by her friends

46)   Is fiercely loyal to her friends, teachers, and family

47)   Has bucked every homeschooling stereotype there is

48)   Is a responsible and self-directed employee

49)   Has a unique gift for thinking through the details of event planning

50)   Is an expressive and gifted writer

51)   Is able to see herself and the world both lightly and seriously

52)   Is my most trusted proofreader

53)   Remembers which months have 30 and which months have 31 days

54)   Is a great conductor

55)   Is an excellent private teacher

56)   Can sight-read anything

57)   Was a great student and always loved by her teachers

58)   Loves my family like her own

59)   Can shoot a basketball very accurately

60)   Is a better baseball player than me

61)   Is almost as good as me in ping pong

62)   Is not afraid of getting dirty or sweaty if there is work to be done

63)   Understands and regularly uses analogies and jokes from Harry Potter

64)   Only ever dated me

65)   Can read children’s books upside down

66)   Can wrap presents perfectly neatly

67)   Can write in cursive

68)   Has converted to sacred order of the carafe (become a coffee drinker) since marrying me

69)   Can read my handwriting

70)   Has listened to the Ballerina Dance, Promenade, and Mahler 5 more times than any human being should ever suffer

71)   Knows the names of medicines and what they do

72)   Doesn’t get frustrated and whiny about having to fill out paperwork

73)   Knows how to do drywall, roofing, and flooring

74)   Cuts my hair

75)   Is the person I laugh with more than anyone else

76)   Understands and enjoys playing poker

77)   Is genuinely happy for the success of others

78)   Is extraordinarily tough, as evidenced by the 77 hour delivery of James

79)   Doesn’t have weird beliefs about vaccines, the moon landing, or soybeans

80)   Knows the order and random trivia of all the Presidents

81)   Was an all-star softball player

82)   Sings really tight harmonies by ear

83)   Knows the name of every variation of every color

84)   Can do all sorts of crazy flexible yoga positions

85)   Prefers to be outside when the weather is warm

86)   Fights fair when we have disagreements

87)   Folds the laundry very neatly

88)   Manufactures dishwasher space when I thought it was full six plates ago

89)   Graduated from the honors program summa cum laude in undergrad

90)   Regularly wears and looks amazing in leggings

91)   Roots against the Patriots at every opportunity

92)   Uses humorous Pennsylvanianisms, such as “hot dog!” and “gee whillikers!”

93)   Uses facebook judiciously and tactfully

94)   Steps on my back when it’s all messed up or tweaked

95)   Doesn’t flail, jolt, or snore when she sleeps

96)   Makes healthy food taste interesting

97)   Irons clothes flawlessly, even when they’ve been crumpled up in the bottom of a gig bag for a month

98)   Has called me to save me from entrapping conversations

99)   Introduced me to Dutch Blitz

100)  Is really, really, stunningly pretty

Welcome to our House

Welcome to our house! Let me show you around. If you haven't been over to our apartment before, you'll have to be careful on our welcome mat, where there are several sets of snowy shoes outside the door. We only left the house once today, when James and I went up the courtyard to visit the office and then to say hello to the carwash down past the business park. (I carried him back screaming and crying, because the onset of hypothermia is not a sufficient reason to leave his carwash-observations snowbank.)

If you step into the foyer area, you'll see that two toolboxes are out and and open. Were we conducting major repairs? No, we were looking for a box-cutter and duct tape to construct a hot wheels ramp out of the remnants of a cardboard box. Don't worry, that will all get picked up for bedtime.

There is leftover pizza out in the kitchen. Friday night is pizza night at our house, and tonight we had a delicious homemade pizza courtesy of Mom. There are three wineglasses out drying, because we accidentally broke the fourth today. Oh, well. This set made it almost a whole month before the first casualty. It was a pretty scary experience. Not the breaking of the glass, mind you, but vacuuming up the shards afterwards. Whenever the real vacuum comes out, someone has to hold a two year old who is positively quaking with fear.

Off of the kitchen you can see our pantry, which is conspicuously devoid of mop, hand-broom, dustpan, and ironing board. We need all of these items out in the living room for the reading and acting out of various books. We require the mop to read "Curious George and the Carwash," in which George constructs a homemade car wash for his toy cars. It is the best book ever. The hand broom is used for "Curious George Gets a Medal" because it looks like a paint brush, and George does some painting in that one. I think the dustpan is just for fun, and the ironing board is out for use as a second hot wheels ramp.

If you come into the living room, you'll see piles and piles of books on the floor, and not all of them belong to James. But lots of them do. We went to the library yesterday and got a new Thomas book, a new George book, and three books about car washes. James got so worked up about car washes by lunchtime today that we tapped into the secret reserve of never opened Christmas presents that we hid in his closet. We decided that today, the day in which we weren't going to go anywhere or do anything, would be an ideal time to get out his mega-blocks. James took to them instantly, and requested that we build a model car wash. Once that was finished, he disappeared into his room for a minute, then came out with an unopened puzzle from the no-longer-secret stash of never opened Christmas presents that we hid in his closet.

Back in James' room you'll see an enormous cardboard box that doubles as a fort and a hot wheels garage, as well as a bookcase full of books not currently involved in the living room rotation and a falling apart photo album that he likes to look through. The most striking new feature of his room, however, is the converted toddler bed that used to be his crib. He has mostly stayed in it when he needs to, although yesterday he wandered out halfway through his nap time with a binky in his mouth and a book under his arm, saw that I was playing Madden on the Wii, and promptly began humming the CBS football theme.

Our room is currently a jungle. Literally, actually. There are zebra-striped bed sheets and two six-foot inflatable glowing palm trees, plus colored cut outs of jungle animals and a layer of construction paper grass. It's the middle of February in Rochester, and there are several feet off snow outside. The air is cold, and you can't go anywhere without getting your feet soaked. But in our apartment, we have a little tropical paradise, complete with its very own monkey. A monkey who loves car washes.

The Big Game

Tonight's LIVE BLOGGING coverage of the Super Bowl is brought to you with limited commercial interruption by Graco baby products, maker of the Graco convertible crib. Our Graco crib has been converted, as of 5:45 this evening, into a toddler bed which James can climb/fall out of at any time. And by Wegmans, maker of frozen pizzas and wings.

6:00
All the football players are writing I Will statements on a giant chalkboard. J says "these aren't wedding vows, guys." I think the commercial is rather overrating their spelling abilities, with the possible exception of Peyton Manning.

Troy Aikman is talking about Peyton Manning. Let's see how long it takes for him to mention how he is ALSO a Super Bowl winning quarterback.

Also, Joe Buck might have picked out his tie in the dark.

6:08
Advertisement for The Following. No smiling aloud in this show.

I always imagined Charles Tillman (a defensive back) would be a smaller sort of guy. Standing next to normal people, though, he looks enormous.

Pizza time. Sorry, Queen Latifah.

Okay, the pizza is delicious. Union rules state that any orchestra performance must be proceeded by at least 15 minutes of warm-up time in a space which the orchestra travels to. I kind of doubt that the NJ Symphony is going to get their full 15 before they play the national anthem.

The 12th man banner is classy. I'm rooting for the Broncos, but that was really cool.

I don't see a symphony anywhere? Did I make up that they were going to be there?

Good job, Renee. Way to hang over on the high note. (Advice from a trumpet player, add a kiss-off at the end next time.)

We just got our first flashback of Wide Right.

Mountain Dew cans that blast sparks out the top. I think drinking the sparks would be healthier.

6:27
First IPA

Oh YES. Joe Namath is doing the coin toss. Please let him be drunk.

Joe Namath picked out Joe Buck's tie in the dark, then dressed himself.

Yep, definitely drunk. That was an amazing coin toss. I want Joe Namath to do the coin toss at a Bills game next year. He was very eager.

"The NFL has given the stiff arm to mother nature."

Aw, 9 year old James just brought out the football.

I'm starting to count self-referencing 4th wall commercials. Ford Hybrid starts us off with one and two.

6:30
James could not be less interested in the football, mostly because it doesn't have the CBS theme. He is playing trains on the iPad.

Trindon Holliday is more dangerous to the Broncos than the Seahawks.

BAD START. And there's two points. C'mon center.

"You didn't wait for me to say 'Omaha!'"

Third safety in Super Bowl History. Two years ago, Tom Brady's intentional grounding, twenty years ago, Bruce Smith. (He should've gone for the strip-touchdown)

No wonder Manny Ramirez screwed up the snap, he's supposed to be playing baseball.

Percy Harvin's pretty darn fast. Peyton has his constipated face on.

Russell Wilson and Manny Ramirez should talk about their feelings and see if they can get some of the nerves out.

The Fox graphic is wrong. That was actually 2nd and 15, not 3rd and 15.

James just tried to buy an app on the iPad.

Terrence Knighton is shaped like a 400 lb letter S.

I bet the Seattle cheerleaders are a lot warmer than the Denver ones.

4th and 1. Playing the best offense in history in the Super Bowl. Go for it or take the three?

It's escape, not exscape.

That looks like a pretty good challenge.

There are hidden cameras in this beer commercial? This must all be completely authentic and unscripted!

We're now at three 4th-wall commercials.

James is begging me to come look at his toddler bed with him. I don't know, I might miss the Walt Whitman style car commercials.

James told me that he wants to put his bed back together and then take it apart again. I told him that's goofy, and he said "oh, COOKIE!"

5-0. Someone, somewhere, got really good odds on that.

James wants to take apart Mommy and Daddy's bed now.

6:51
There's a Farwell in the Super Bowl. Family pride.

3 and out.

6:59
Going on 8 minutes of playing catch with James and trying to get him to pay attention when it's third down.

J: Well, that was a flea flicker gone flat

James: Daddy, Daddy! Daddy, Daddy! (We need to go look at my toddler bed again.)

3rd and goal. James is running absolutely as fast as he can, laps between his bedroom and the living room.

7:05
Spend the last 3 minutes in James' room, explaining again that we aren't going to put his bed back together and take it apart again.

Great pass break-up. Bravo, 56.

J: There's something about 8-0 that seems less worse than 5-0.

James: Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! (We need to go look at my toddler bed again.)

Hyundai Genesis is the winning commercial so far. This is our life.

7:11
James: Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!

J: But I just want to watch the Super Bowl!

And there's the pick. This is not looking good for the Peyton-choking narrative.

RadioShack 80's ad was pretty good.

J and I are arguing about the Broncos total yardage through the 1st quarter. I think that the television tallied it wrong. James just hit the laptop with a baseball bat.

Another Following ad. Still, no one has smiled. Maybe they should try a bounce house visit.

7:18
James just walked into the living room carrying 7 stuffed animals and a tennis ball. He is now swinging the baseball bat again. Wrong sport, kid.

3rd down again. Denver needs the ball back. Badly.

I wouldn't have guessed that the first defensive pass interference call would go against the Broncos.

Buffalo Bills are mentioned!

7:24
Peyton Manning is really hoping that he wakes up before this gets any worse so he can start preparing for the game.

Advertisement for a movie based on toys.

Penny for your thoughts, Jim Irsay.

J is excited to watch Bruno Mars. She digs his chord changes. And she made no bones about how much she likes Benedict Cumberbatch. I'm feeling a little marginalized.

James is going much more slowly, but still making slow-motion running motions. He just carried stuffed animal number eight into the living room. I think we're getting sleepy.

James is lying down on the pile of stuffed animals. But he says he is not sleepy.

7:29
Denver's first 1st down.

I hate dancing behind the first down marker in a greedy attempt to get more yardage. It's like they can't even see the yellow line.

"James, are you going to stay in bed?" "Yeah." "James, are you going to get out of bed?" "Yeah."

J: Wes Welker isn't nearly as evil-looking in orange.

Major holding by Denver 74. Not called, but they did call a tripping foul on the next play. Come on, refs, you can't just invent penalties.

Manning picked again, and James is making every effort to turn off the laptop.

7:45
Just got back from putting James to bed and found out that Denver had fumbled. (Call reversed, though.) James had teeth brushed and prayers said. We are bribing him to stay in bed by allowing him to have the projector on his noise machine on. We'll probably see him in about 5 minutes. J is making chicken wings.

Roger Goodell is sitting with the Weasley family.

The Sonos wi-fi system. Invented by Charles Ives, apparently.

4th and short. Come on, make it a game.

What an ugly throw. But I like seeing the Muppets in a commercial.

8:01
The words "Downton Abbey" were just uttered. But I suspect she's just making a feint in an attempt to get to Sherlock and Mr. Cumberbatch.

If I knew anything about Seinfeld, this would probably be hilarious. It's kind of hilarious anyway.

Still no one happy on The Following.

It's a shame James can't be up to watch the drum solo. ("I want that!")

Props to the guy dancing and playing the trumpet at the same time. If he is actually playing the trumpet (doubtful) he must be doing a marvelous job managing his embouchure while jostling around and being out of breath. Or perhaps there are some people who don't get out of breath from light exercise.

I like the suits. Next orchestra meeting, I am suggesting that we go to gold jackets with skinny black ties for Masteworks shows.

J: And it just go so much less classy

They're singing really grungy music, but I'm looking at them and thinking of the Muffin Top song.

J: Seriously, that guy is fat and out of shape.

There was some really cool coordinated dancing in the first part. This looks like a mass epileptic seizure.

8:22
Time for wings! And beer number two!

8:31
Time for MVP balloting! I've never seen a Peyton team beat this badly.

Troy Aikman: We've got a Bronco down
Joe Buck: Actually, it's a Seahawk

8:41
Red Bryant, neutral zone infraction. Denver has its first grain of luck.

J has just made an official request to watch Mr. Cumberbatch at 9:00.

J wonders if she has become a Cumberbitch. Hi, Mom. Hi, Grandma Weitzel.

I don't think she realizes how accustomed I am to watching gut-wrenching, worldview-destroying football massacres. This is exactly like watching the Bills.

J is peeking on James, who we haven't heard a peep from yet.

Update: J opens the door and James says "hi!" But he is still in bed. (Too excited to sleep)

8:55
Troy Aikman: Down 29-0, they need four touchdowns and three two-point conversions, if you do the math.

Denver turnover #67.

I think we're headed over to PBS. This live blogging experience will continue as we watch SHERLOCK, starring the talented Martin Freeman and the exceptionally-plain looking Benedict Cumberbatch.

WXXI fundraiser just pronounced viewers "voo-ers." She's thinking, "no one's watching, it's the Super Bowl."

J is retaliating against my record of her potty mouth by publishing on facebook that we aren't watching the Super Bowl anymore. She is currently topless. And playing the trumpet.

This is not Sherlock, this is Downton Abbey. We are not doing this.

Sherlock is on at 10. We will watch Sherlock then, and will watch Peyton's consternation face until then.

9:01
Seattle is driving some more. Someday when the Bills are back in the Super Bowl, I want to win like this. I don't want a close "good" game, I want an absolute blow-out. And even then, I won't be able to relax until it's over.

9:02
Touchdown, Seattle. If this goes much worse, the Bills record of "most embarrassing Super Bowl loss" could be in jeopardy.

Update on what we are actually wearing/doing. J is in her Steelers hoodie and sweatpants. I am in what used to be a nice dress shirt that now has several holes in the collar, but I sometimes still wear on Sundays under my choir robes, and sweatpants. We are perched on the couch, J with her iPad on her lap and me with the laptop. We never picked up after James went to bed, so there are trains and matchbox cars all over the place.

9:08
Pity flag. Not sure that was actual pass interference, but the refs feel bad for the Broncos.

Saved from the shutout. Good throw, good catch.

So Disney owns the Muppets and Star Wars. Let me be the first to suggest a crossover movie...

J: He doesn't look as handsome as real life as he does on Sherlock. It's the hair, and the coat.

J, ten hours earlier, while I was wearing my Sherlock coat: You smell like an airport.

Meanwhile, more backwards-running in the game.

9:23
43-8. On the SB Nation Broncos site, looking at comments and feeling better about being a Bills fan.

Oikos commercial wins the night

9:31
Catch number 13 for Thomas, adding to his Super Bowl record. It's the little things.

I am keenly aware of how much pizza/wings/beer I consumed.

A Super Bowl record 33 completions in this game for Manning. It's the little things.

T-MOBIL IS PLAYING THE ROBIN HOOD SONG!!!

(We are switching now.)

9:38
Took way longer than I expected, but we just got the Troy Aikman "I'm a great quarterback" moment. Talking about being in a game like this. Blowing a team out.

Well, Seahawks fans must be very happy. And they have waited a long time to be happy...well earned.

Joe Buck: Of course, there were some controversial calls in the last Seattle Super Bowl...
J: Oh, yada yada yada...

9:48
More Peyton sadness. Currently looking at Groupon getaways for next year's vacation.

Doritos commercial gets extra credit for using two pieces of the symphonic repertoire, but faces deductions for chopping them into little bits.

9:55
And with that, the Seattle Seahawks win the Super Bowl. Congratulations to them and to their fans. They were absolutely the best team on the field.