"Go Diego Go" to NYC we go!

Heather found out about "Go Diego Go! Live" a while back and I got tickets for all of us for Radio City Music Hall. The date of the glorious event was today - and we had a lot of fun. Our family loves this kind of thing.

But first, it's important to remember that Diego has become a favorite in our house - from the Diego T shirts to the echoing strains of "Egimo, Egimo" with fist held high in the air, running forth to do good things. Note that "egimo" and said action is twin speak for the opening song lyrics "Diego" and the fist held high is pretending to be Diego as he swings through the jungle on a vine to rescue an animal in trouble.

Heather and I got up early today to get everything ready for us to leave at 8:30 (since Diego was at 11). In a rare and surprising occurrence, the boys slept until 8:15 when we finally decided to wake them. I am sure tomorrow they will wake a 6:30. We piled into the Blue Car and off we went. It was raining about an inch an hour, but we made decent time. We went through the Holland tunnel and the boys counted as many taxis as they could on the way in. "Hey Owen - ANOTHER TAXI!" "Hey Kyle, that was a LONG Bus!" "Look, a mini cooper!" (they never fail to find the mini cooper in the crowd). And "where's the parking garage?!?! - Papi - over there!!!"

We arrived at Radio City with time to spare. That might be since we sprinted from the parking garage to RCMH hopping over puddles. In fact, there was just enough time to change diapers and buy a "Go Diego Go" spinning light thing (see picture above). The boys chose that over a stuffed baby jaguar and it was a good choice. The spinning light thing did not disappoint.

In the hall, we watched the "real" Diego (read: a way to explain why this Diego is a human and not a cartoon character) and his sister Alicia go on a mission. They had to save Baby Jaguar's growl form the Bo Bo's so he could start carnival at the great pyramid. Dora made a special visit via raft and hot air balloon and brought the crown. For those of you who have no idea what any of that means, we're happy to lend you the videos to get up to speed.

Kyle sat on my lap and Owen sat with, on, under and near Heather. Both boys were loving it and had their normal reactions to extreme stimulation: Kyle sat on my lap, sucked his thumb, stared, completely absorbed, and clicked his spinning light thing at times of extreme delight (and occasionally wiggled his bum to the music), Owen stood up and jumped, sat down, threw his spinning light thing on the seat in front of us, interacted with the folks on the stage and stared at the production, entranced. I can't imagine two little boys having more fun with their mommy and papi, or a mommy and papi having more fun with their twin two year olds.

After the show ended, we headed back to PA - it was raining only about 3/4" an hour. We stopped at McDonald's for a late lunch and sprinted inside (literally this time) to hysterical baby boy laughter at the site and bouncing of all the running. Kyle sat on Ronald's lap (the big plastic Ronald sitting on the bench) and we gathered ourselves after a morning of serious fun.

When we came home we wound down with a nice bath and some play time. The boys played with Thomas and Thomas went through both the Holland and Lincoln tunnels. Both boys were asleep by 7 PM.

Our family really loves these kinds of things.