Letting go, a bit

First, have you seen the guy behind Elmo?  Do a search on Kevin Clash on YouTube.  I didn't really have a mental picture of what his puppeteer would look like but it seems kind of crazy that the weird Elmo voice comes out of this guy who has a normal (maybe even a little deep) man voice.  I want to know how he stumbled upon the Elmo voice.  Enough Elmo, moving on.

One of my friends is having boy/girl twins in just under 3 weeks.  She has weekly perinatologist and OB appointments so I watched her 2 and 4 year old girls for her yesterday while she went to a doctor's appointment.  Her girls were born in the winter and so she said she doesn't really have any summer little baby stuff for a girl (since they are having their first boy people have deluged them with boy clothes).  Before I knew it I was saying "Oh, I have a ton of stuff you can borrow."  Not that long ago I was thinking I was ready to give away all the baby clothes and close up the baby shop and yet I have a freaky attachment to those clothes.  Part of me doesn't want to lend them, wants to keep them good for the next baby.  It's totally ridiculous, I have way too much stuff and most of it was worn just a few times, and the friend is hardly the sort who would trash something.  It's just hard to let go of the baby stuff, even temporarily.  

This morning I heard something funny on the radio that made me think of childhood.  It struck me as odd because the DJs were talking about Catholic school and CCD.  That's odd here because I rarely meet Catholics, it's kind of heavy on the non-denominational Christian churches and Baptists around these parts.  I went to Catholic school through 8th grade.  Overall I hated it.  I hated wearing a uniform (it was brown plaid) that involved wearing a skirt even in the winter.  In Nebraska.  I hated the mean nuns, one of whom called my mother one time to tell her that my brother and our friends and I were too loud at the bus stop - even though we were off school property and waiting for a city bus.  If you had benevolent Catholic parents who didn't make you go to Catholic school but were still sort of religious then you went to catechism classes once a week - called CCD.  CCD was held in the Catholic school classrooms.  In my school it was on Wednesday nights.  And every Thursday morning we'd arrive to find that the CCD kids had rifled through our desks and stolen our good pencils and stuff.  If anything ever went missing we would all immediately blame the CCD kids.  So this morning on the radio the DJs were talking about CCD.  One of them went to Catholic school and one was a CCD'er.  And the CCD guy said something about being too busy stealing pencils to pay attention at CCD.  And the other DJ, and me, and every other Catholic school kid who heard it immediately said "I KNEW IT!"