Grammys, here we come.

Temps are in the low teens here in Boston right now. I’m not a wimp about winter, but I’m not a fan of when it gets frigid like this. Today, though, I couldn’t care less. It just makes it all that much sweeter that tomorrow morning we head for sunny, 80-degree Los Angeles. Woohooo!

I’ve never been to LA before, and I think this brief trip out is going to give me a completely skewed view of what it’s like. While we’ll be spending the first night with pals in Pasadena and Alastair will be doing a kids show the next the morning, the rest of the weekend is going to be full-on glamor, complete with A-list celebrities, designer gowns, red carpets and champagne. (OK, I don’t know for sure about the champagne, but it sounds good. And it’s not improbable that we’ll encounter some, right?) Grammys, baby. Grammys.

A lot of people have asked if they can watch for us on TV on Sunday night during the awards. In fact, the children’s music category—along with the grand majority of the other Grammy award categories, including comedy, alternative, jazz, rap, folk, classical, gospel, Latin, etc.— will not be given out during the telecast show, but during a ceremony a few hours earlier.

If you want to see it, it will be broadcast at Grammy.com/live. Red carpet coverage starts at 3 EST, (Noon pacific) and the ceremony is from 4-6 EST. We’re told that the children’s category is announced fairly early on. And get this: the host is Cyndi Lauper! Who has a place of honor in my life, along with Michael Jackson, Duran Duran, Wham and Billy Joel, because hers was one of the very first albums I ever bought. (On cassette, naturally.)

After that show, we will be headed over to the craziness that is the telecast, but we probably won’t have great seats (it’s in the Staples Center, which is ginormous) so the chances of us getting caught in any camera pans over the audience are next to nil.

I’m going to try not to be a share-o-holic while I’m there — live in the moment and all — but I’ll inevitably tweet a few things and post some stuff on Facebook during the proceedings. Especially if I can get Tig Notaro to take a selfie with me. Or Robert Plant. Or pretty much anyone who’s more famous than me (not counting my husband).

Digression: I don’t like the word “selfie.” It sounds sort of dirty, doesn’t it? And I don’t like that it’s become a “thing.” People have been taking pictures of themselves for as long as there have been phones with cameras in them. Why is this now part of pop culture? Who gives a hoot? Get off my lawn, you damned kids!

So, what will I be wearing in the #selfies I take and post on Twitter, because I’m trendy like that? Well, on Saturday evening at the nominees reception I’ll be wearing an adorable little black Cynthia Rowley dress I got at Marshall’s for $19.99. Because that’s how I roll most of the time. On Sunday, though, I’ll be wearing an elegant lace and sequin Tadashi Shoji dress I bought for er, a bit more than that but not an insane amount, at Bloomingdales.

I’m going to look way hotter than this model in this dress.

I discovered after I bought it, via your pal and mine, Google, that Octavia Spencer wears Tadashi Shoji to a lot of events, as do other celebs. Which makes me feel just a little bit A-list-y myself. I’m a nobody, so nobody’s going to ask me “what I’m wearing.” (We civilians say, “where did you get your dress,” don’t we.) But it’s fun knowing that if they did, I’d have a Hollywoody answer. Tee hee.

So I’m (obviously) feeling all giddy and starry-eyed about the glamor portion of this trip. But the other thing I’m thrilled about is the opportunity to get away with Alastair for a few days. We haven’t spent a single night away together since Clio’s illness. (Not that we’d had much chance to do it before than, either…)

But to get to have three whole nights, just us, is just heavenly. We are forever indebted to Alastair’s parents, who are taking care of the girls for the weekend. Two spirited seven-year-olds, one requiring twice-daily medications, nightly visits from a nurse for blood thinner shots, and extra vigilance in general, is an immense undertaking. And we are immensely grateful.

We’re also immensely grateful to all the people who have supported this album, whether by donating funds, buying copies, spreading the word, or just cheering us on. It’s gotten into the hands of hundreds of patients and their families, giving them something to smile about and groove to in the midst of their cancer ordeal.

Hey, that sounded like an acceptance speech. I should write it down on an index card for Alastair, just in case.

But now, here comes the music, and the pretty girl to escort me off the stage. Which is good, because I need my beauty sleep. See you next week. Pictures and anecdotes to abound!