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They wore their helmets

We don’t waste these gorgeous fall days.  Sunshine and warmth tucked between the rain and gloom, Carson and Ella rode their bikes on chalk outlined race courses.  Around and around.  Everyone gets a chance to win.

In our front yard, they ride, hoping the neighbor kids will see them and come play, too.  A whole gaggle of bike riding kids with their sweaty heads in helmets.  I get to be the kool-aid wench.  It’s all so much fun, until it’s time to go inside for dinner, bath, and bedtime.  Promises are made to play again tomorrow, sometimes through tears, sometimes with eager waves.

Didn’t someone say once that parting is such sweet sorrow?

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Today

First day of Kindergarten, August 15, 2011

 


For reference, here is a picture of my Kindergartener I took JUST YESTERDAY.  August 16, 2006


How did this happen and what did they do with my baby?

(Yes I cried when I dropped him off.  No he didn’t see me cry.  Ella cried harder than me.)

 

Cooking Bunnies and Coinkydinks

I’m just going to start off by saying the part that I think will be hardest for you to hear.  (Trust me, it’s hard for me to type.)

I cooked a bunny on Saturday for dinner.

Now that I’ve said it, I’m going to defend myself and say that it wasn’t a boiled bunny à la Fatal Attraction.  (Completely unrelated but super interesting sidenote:  On the day that I found out that I didn’t even make first cuts in 7th grade cheerleading tryouts, in other words, THE WORST DAY OF MY ADOLESCENT LIFE, my best friend, her mom, and I went to see Fatal Attraction in the theater.  Why we went to see this particular movie I don’t know, it certainly wasn’t a feel-good, pick me up sort of movie–unless you’re talking about the part where Michael Douglas picks up Glenn Close, uh, never mind.  I cannot imagine taking an adolescent child to see that movie, but I mostly turned out okay, I’m not scarred for life, though you could make a case against me now that I’ve admitted that I have indeed cooked a bunny.)

So, yes, I cooked a bunny.  It’s a long story leading up to the point where Tate brought home a bunny, “took care” of the bunny, and did other things to the bunny to make it into something that resembled normal, grocery store,  cook-able meat, but that long story isn’t nearly as interesting as the Fatal Attraction story above.  I really kept hoping that Tate would forget all about bringing home a bunny to eat, he’d been talking about it for months and MONTHS and forever.

“People eat rabbit, Jennifer.  This isn’t that weird,” Tate tried to convince me. Ooookay.

We were very secretive with the children about the whole cooking a bunny thing. I cooked a recipe from my Anthony Bourdain Les Halles Cookbook (affiliate link!).  The recipe is called Lapin Aux Olives, so we just told the kids we were eating “lapin.”  See, it turns out that Ella LOVES bunnies, she has a whole family of stuffed animal bunnies that she carries around in a box.  She treats these bunnies like real pets and has given them names, Baby Bunny, Baby Bunny, Baby Bunny, and Mommy Bunny.  It didn’t seem right to tell the children, “hey kids!  We’re eating bunny for dinner tonight!”  Talk about scarring a kid for life.

Ella was acting a bit like a FREAKING JERKAZOID that morning, so I had to put Baby Bunny (x3) and Mommy Bunny in time out.  I completely forgot about the bunnies and so did Ella until later that evening when she suddenly remembered and asked if she could have them back.   She carried her box of bunnies into the living room where in the adjoining kitchen, Tate was taking care of his box of bunnies.

As he did whatever he was doing with his bunnies, Tate overheard Ella talking to her bunnies.  “Baby Bunny!  You’re alive!  You’re alive!  I’m so happy you’re alive Baby Bunny!  I love you bunnies! I missed you so much!” Ella cheerfully loved on her returned bunnies.

Tate is convinced that I coached Ella to say this and prove my point that eating bunnies is weird, but I most certainly DID NO SUCH THING.  And just so you know, the bunny/lapin was actually not bad.  Kinda tasted like chicken.

Hot days call for laziness and ice cream sandwiches

I had such plans for the day, plans that didn’t include the TV, but when it was already 90 degrees and it wasn’t even the afternoon, I decided we were going to have a do-nothing-lazy day.

Ella celebrated by staying in her PJs until almost lunch time, sucking her thumb, and enjoying a little Spongebob. These cute butterfly jammies are from Tea Collection, an online kids clothing boutique. Super comfy, soft, and she’ll actually wear them because she picked them out.

I celebrated the lazy day by editing photos from the wedding I shot over the Fourth of July weekend. I can’t wait to share a few with you!

After we felt sufficiently lazy, we got dressed and celebrated by eating ice cream sandwiches on the front porch.  Actually, the kids ate ice cream sandwiches, I didn’t because I don’t really like ice cream sandwiches.  I know, I’m weird.

Carson’s shirt and shorts are also from Tea Collection.  So is Ella’s butterfly top.  (Butterflies are sort a theme for Ella. Unless it’s a butterfly dress.  “I only wear dresses to weddings, Mom.”)

Tomorrow we will be more productive.  Probably.

Disclosure:  These clothes Carson and Ella are wearing were complimentary from Tea Collection.  They didn’t tell me to say these things, just so you know.  These clothes are very nice, soft, and have washed very well.  And they’ve been washed A LOT.  The PJs haven’t even pilled and gotten scratchy.  They also didn’t tell me to mention this, but all these clothes are on sale right now.

The (good) exhausted summer

I almost cried when I dropped the kids off on their last day of school.  Oh, it wasn’t because I was sad.  School ending felt like personal affront to me.

Visions filled my mind of Carson and Ella, zombie-like and drooling in front of the TV, surrounded by spent fruit roll up wrappers (organic, OF COURSE). I imagined myself unshowered and muttering nonsense.  So the first night of summer vacation I made a schedule of our daily activities, from writing practice and reading, to scheduled rest times and craft times, with a designated ONE HOUR ONLY of TV time each day.  (Stop laughing at me.)

But you know what?  It’s all been okay.  The schedule lasted for about two days and then the pool opened.  Summer went from being something I’d dreaded to breathing in my kids sunshine and sunscreened, sidewalk chalk, and popsicle scented little bodies.  I think I kind of love summer.

Well, maybe it could be a little better if they’d sleep past 6:30 and if I didn’t have to hear, “Mom! Mom! Watch me!” over and over at the pool.

 

Birthday party hosting neurosis

If I’m being completely honest, which, I am, I have to say that one of my least favorite aspects of parenting is the whole birthday party thing.

My aversion is specific to kids birthday parties and the throwing thereof, as I very much enjoy inviting my adult friends over to eat and drink and be merry.  Carré d’agneau au moutarde with gratin dauphinois, adult conversation, no problem!  Pizza, cake, and ice cream and children just about gives me hives.  I feel nervous and clammy, and thoughts of “I’m never doing this again, next time they can invite one friend over to play for a twenty minutes where I’ll serve capri suns and Ho-Ho’s” run through my head as I make the third batch of buttercream icing with a cramped hand.

And all of you other parents!  You keep throwing these fabulous parties at jumpy houses and gymnastics places and pizza joints, so I can’t very well tell my Carson and Ella, “Sorry, kid, all of your friends get parties, but you don’t.  Can I just give you $50 and call it even?”

In my former life as a Speech-Language Pathologist, I basically entertained children for a living, making saying /r/ and /s/ “thupah” fun.  (Get it?!)  But entertaining children at birthday parties is STRESSFUL, it’s just so much PRESSURE.  I feel like there are expectations, expectations from preschoolers for a good time, expectations from parents for I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT, but STILL.

So of course when Ella asked for a Mario party for her 4th party I silently cursed very bad words that start with “f” and end in “uckity” and set off to figure out how the heck I would pull off a Mario party.   Thank goodness Shab came to the rescue and helped me out.  She had some awesome ideas.

Despite my birthday party hosting neurosis, I’m pretty sure I met all expectations, including my own.

We played Pin the Mustache on Mario, complete with a Mario that drew with my very own hands.

(Ella wore both Princess Peach and Luigi costumes for the party.  Carson was Mario.)

Since Mario collects coins in the Super Mario games, the kids had a coin scavenger hunt.  I thought this game would be sort of a dud, but it wasn’t.  At all.  Carson is still talking about it.

I made chocolate cupcakes with both regular and chocolate buttercream icing.  I made the cupcake toppers, but I also saw them on Etsy.  I made the cupcakes stand with cardboard cake rounds, styrofoam, and wrapping paper, inspired by this tutorial.

For the party favors, I made item boxes from mini Chinese takeout containers I found at Hobby Lobby and glued a yellow question to each.  They were filled with Mario stickers, mini Mario markers, and more coins.  I also found some mustaches on sticks that we gave everyone, found on Etsy.

If I’m being completely honest, which, I am, one of the best things about being a parent is the genuine “thank you!” and , “Mom!  That was the most fun party ever.”  That doesn’t mean I enjoyed planning the party, NO, but I guess it was worth it.

 

 

Our Day Out with Thomas

Disclosure:  My family and I were offered four tickets to A Day Out with Thomas as well as some Thomas goodies.  We were thrilled to participate, as we had already planned on going and getting complimentary tickets was a bonus and an honor.  As always, I don’t accept things that I’m not interested in, nor do I say things that aren’t 100% true, whether the tickets were complimentary or not.

“This may be the last year we’ll get to ride on Thomas,” Tate and I agreed, “Carson just isn’t as interested in Thomas as he used to be.”  We both sighed and reminisced about all the years we’ve spent watching endless loops of Thomas movies and re-enacting great crashes and boiler busting moments with all of Carson and Ella’s favorite characters.

I didn’t really expect Carson to be very excited about our trip to Chattanooga for A Day Out with Thomas.  Since Ella mimics her brother’s every move, we expected that she would also be indifferent about the trip.  But Tate and I, holding onto these precious last preschool years, wanted to take them and hopefully capture the anticipation and wonder of riding Thomas the Train.

In the mail a few weeks before the big day, the kids received some complimentary Thomas conductor hats and train whistles.  I let them play with them for a few days and then stealthily hid them until our trip.  When I pulled them out yesterday morning, they were thrilled with the new (again) toys and hats.  Carson was vibrating with excitement, so therefore, Ella was also vibrating as we headed off to Tennessee Valley Railroad Museum.

Despite the dreary, cold weather, our Day Out With Thomas experience was excellent.  The volunteers and workers were nothing but helpful and courteous, trying to make the day perfect for all who attended.  There were all sorts of activities for the kids, starting with a map and a scavenger hunt, and ending with a free gift from the gift shop.  In fact, there were all sorts of freebies like the Mega Bloks, mini Thomas books, and coloring pages they were given.

The kids had a blast in the Imagination Station, where Ella got a Thomas tattoo and both kids played with trains they had set up.  There were plenty of photo opportunities in front of Thomas, as well as with Sir Topham Hatt.  (Unfortunately there were no Lady Hatt sightings.)  The kids played at the bubble station, petted goats and donkeys, played miniature golf, and watched a magic show complete with a cheesy rapping mime homeboy magician.

And of course, we got to ride on Thomas.  Car Two.  We pretended we were riding on Clarabel.  The kids watched out the window during the 25 minute ride, forwards and backwards.  I watched Carson and Ella, and all of the kids in car two, their smiles and laughs.  I’m such a sucker for happy kids, considering that I feel like lately my children have done little beyond whine, complain, and cry and produce nails on the chalkboard behavior.  It was nice to sit back for 25 minutes and watch their quiet, lost in thought smiles.

We ended up spending about 3 hours at the event, we could have spent even more time there, as they also were serving food on one of the stationary dining cars.

This morning, we’ve already studied our Thomas map and colored some Thomas pictures.  I’m back to tripping on Douglas, Emily, and Troublesome Trucks.  Apparently in September there is another Thomas movie being released on DVD, so the kids are already begging that I buy it.

So maybe we can squeeze a few more months out of Thomas yet.  Perhaps we’ll even get to go to A Day Out with Thomas next year.  We can hope, anyway.

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