I took a peek into the world of baby pageants yesterday. I took Kaybree to her first casting.
Your Uncle Brodie works for The Agency in Scottsdale and when this casting for Peter Piper Pizza came up he sent it over to us. They needed a toddler girl for their commercial. The girl who gets the gig gets paid $1,200. Seriously. So heck yes I took you!
I knew right when you woke up you probably wouldn't get the role. You woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It happens about once a week. It's just not your day. All you wanted to do was cuddle with me. Even Eisley was getting on your nerves a little bit with her mommy-hogging ways.
So I got you dressed, dropped Eisley off at a sitter's house and told you you get to go to work with me today and play with me today and that was exciting news. We went into my work for a few minutes and then went to the audition.
They have an assistant greet you and ask "What's your name?" and your adorable little response is "Two!" complete with two little fingers in the air. Not your name, but still super cute.
They call you back and the assistant sits you down in the hallway and tries to get you to warm up to a new environment by asking you questions. They called you and another girl back at the same time. You did absolutely nothing. The other girl answered some questions, with some prodding from her mom. You weren't interested.
They allow you into the room with the camera and you're thrilled to see the chair there for you so you run and climb on up, all by yourself. They tell me to be quiet and let the director do the talking. He asks you to say your name--you just stare at him. He tries to get you to laugh--you just stare. When the other little girl sort of answers what her favorite kind of pizza is, you smile at her. For basically the entire interview you just stare and do nothing and look a little bored. They ask me and the other mom to pick you both up and have you relax on our shoulder like you've had a long day and you're tired. That's no problem for you! I have no idea if you closed your eyes but you sure loved cuddling! You did that like a pro.
I haven't heard back anything. The audition was only yesterday. I'll be very surprised if you get it. I think you're adorable but if they expect you to laugh and smile and speak on cue, without even offering a toy, the job isn't for you. That's ok.
Later that night I put you to bed and at first you laid right down but then you got up, dragged a chair over to your light switch and turned the lights on, played for a little bit, turned the lights back off and tried to sleep some more, then turned the lights back on and cried for me. After an hour of trying to sleep I gave up and let you back out. We sat on the couch, me with my book and you with a Book of Mormon, and just sat and talked.
I made you practice what to say when someone asks your name. Our conversation went like this:
Me: What's your name?
You: Two!
Me: No, say my name is Kaybree.
You: You Kaybree.
Me: No! I'm Mommy!
You: Ok, you Mommy!
Me: What's your name?
You: Two!
We got pretty close after a while. Your go-to answer is still Two but when I say no, your next answer is Kaybree.
Later your dad came home and this exchange happened.
Him: Kaybree is Bently black or white or both?
You: Both! You black!
So there ya go. Your dad is black I guess.
Your Uncle Brodie works for The Agency in Scottsdale and when this casting for Peter Piper Pizza came up he sent it over to us. They needed a toddler girl for their commercial. The girl who gets the gig gets paid $1,200. Seriously. So heck yes I took you!
I knew right when you woke up you probably wouldn't get the role. You woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It happens about once a week. It's just not your day. All you wanted to do was cuddle with me. Even Eisley was getting on your nerves a little bit with her mommy-hogging ways.
So I got you dressed, dropped Eisley off at a sitter's house and told you you get to go to work with me today and play with me today and that was exciting news. We went into my work for a few minutes and then went to the audition.
They have an assistant greet you and ask "What's your name?" and your adorable little response is "Two!" complete with two little fingers in the air. Not your name, but still super cute.
They call you back and the assistant sits you down in the hallway and tries to get you to warm up to a new environment by asking you questions. They called you and another girl back at the same time. You did absolutely nothing. The other girl answered some questions, with some prodding from her mom. You weren't interested.
They allow you into the room with the camera and you're thrilled to see the chair there for you so you run and climb on up, all by yourself. They tell me to be quiet and let the director do the talking. He asks you to say your name--you just stare at him. He tries to get you to laugh--you just stare. When the other little girl sort of answers what her favorite kind of pizza is, you smile at her. For basically the entire interview you just stare and do nothing and look a little bored. They ask me and the other mom to pick you both up and have you relax on our shoulder like you've had a long day and you're tired. That's no problem for you! I have no idea if you closed your eyes but you sure loved cuddling! You did that like a pro.
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| I tried to take a photo of you outside the audition but then all your goofiness came out and you refused to put your hands down! You're so weird! |
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| After a while I convinced you to put your hands in your pockets. |
I haven't heard back anything. The audition was only yesterday. I'll be very surprised if you get it. I think you're adorable but if they expect you to laugh and smile and speak on cue, without even offering a toy, the job isn't for you. That's ok.
Later that night I put you to bed and at first you laid right down but then you got up, dragged a chair over to your light switch and turned the lights on, played for a little bit, turned the lights back off and tried to sleep some more, then turned the lights back on and cried for me. After an hour of trying to sleep I gave up and let you back out. We sat on the couch, me with my book and you with a Book of Mormon, and just sat and talked.
I made you practice what to say when someone asks your name. Our conversation went like this:
Me: What's your name?
You: Two!
Me: No, say my name is Kaybree.
You: You Kaybree.
Me: No! I'm Mommy!
You: Ok, you Mommy!
Me: What's your name?
You: Two!
We got pretty close after a while. Your go-to answer is still Two but when I say no, your next answer is Kaybree.
Later your dad came home and this exchange happened.
Him: Kaybree is Bently black or white or both?
You: Both! You black!
So there ya go. Your dad is black I guess.
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