Saturday, May 26, 2018

Video of the Week

Deathless monsters-- her favorite animals at the zoo.

Friday, May 25, 2018

The Wednesday of all of the things, plus a pretty freaking packed Thursday

I don;t know how it happened, but our Wednesdays have been brutally over-scheduled all year. Even way back in hockey season, we were riding the struggle bus on Wednesdays, and then, when hockey was over, we continued to have Wednesday FULL to the BRIM of kiddie activity and other work.

This week's was no different.

I had my normal housework (Wednesday I try to dust and vacuum all the bedrooms, dust and mop the main room, and bleach all the bathrooms for a mid-week pick-me-up.
 Also, Harry needed me to make brownies for his school's community dinner which-- OF COURSE-- fell on a Wednesday.
 I had to deal with the normal day's laundry situation.
 Do yoga and cardio
 (I didn't really HAVE to mask my face, but I usually do it on Wednesdays)
 I had a bunch of TAs to interview for my class in the fall
 This has nothing to do with how busy we are on Wednesdays, but the city finally came and took away the pile of branches that have been on our curb for literal weeks.
 And revealed this:
Mid-morning, I picked Dorothy up from school and got her cleaned up, fed, packed up, and changed for dance

I finished my daily word goal at dance class
 And then we got organized and changed for gymnastics, middle school community dinner, and track practice
 I dropped Dorothy off at gymnastics and took the boys for haircuts (did you know that Sports Clips does free ear and neck trims?  This has been key for Cooper, who looks better, I think, with slightly longer hair)

 Then we picked Dorothy up and went to Harry's adorable little school where he showed us a Power Point presentation he's been working on, and we fed the kids from the world's cutest potluck line in the outdoor classroom.

 That's the point in the evening when I abandoned Ben and the ids (Ben was fresh from work and swooped in just in time for the Power Point situation) and went to girls' night out which THANK GOD.
 ...But I came home to make more brownies for Cooper, who was kindergarten star of the day yesterday, pack lunches (including one for Ben), and prep my hipster coffee for Thursday morning.
 All ready for show-and-tell
 I took my damn self to the movies and was all alone in the heater, which was mildly creepy.  I am going to see 2 movies a month next school year, but I will only have a few ore days to squeeze in some solo shows before summer is upon me, so I am taking full advantage.
 After the movie, I went to Starbucks to meet my word goal.
 And then picked Dorothy up with lunch in the car (for her-- I am still doing intermittent fasting and find it is easier to be out of the house until my eating window opens) and took her to the splash park.

 These cookies really looked like they had potential, but they came out TOTALLY EFFING FLAT.
 And of course!  SO MUCH LAUNDRY

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Day Date

Ben and I dropped Dorothy off at school yesterday and went downtown to my very favorite campus coffee shop where we had coffee and worked our laptops side-by-side like Parker Posey and Michael Hitchcock in Best in Show.  IT WAS AWESOME.  My very favorite thing to do basically in the world is to sit in a coffee shop and write.

And now that I make hipster coffee at home, I don't even have perfect coffee envy.  My morning joe in my kitchen was BETTER THAN THIS CUP.  How awesome.

Also!  I wrote 1231 words.
Then we did my other favorite thing-- my favorite thing of the moment: HUNT FOR BUCKIES.

Bucky is on parade all over town, and like all of the sheeple, I want to get pics with all 85 statues before the end of the summer.  DO NOT FEAR.  I will do an entire freaking post featuring all of them before we hit the sandy shores of Hilton Head in a couple of months.

Bucky on the Terrace:
1st & 10 Bucky
Ink'd Wisconsibly:
Vintage Postcard Bucky:
Bright Idea Bucky and a guy who seriously couldn;t wait 4 seconds to use the book return?
Enlightened Bucky:
Razzle Dazzle Bucky:
Bucky How'd You Get So Fly:
 Grateful Red Bucky:
 Madison Traditions Bucky:

This has nothing to do with our day date, but Cooper's nails are really long and filthy-- think Teen Wolf-- but he HATES to have his nails trimmed and WILL NOT do it himself.  And so, you see where this is going, but our only option is to do it on the sly in the middle of the night, which is creepy but effective.  Except!  Last night, Ben did both of his feet and like 3 fingers and then he woke up staring at us all confused and judgmental.  So I tried to do a few more fingers and he woke up all the way and was so freaked out that we cut his nails while he sleeps, which, when you think about it, is really weird.  I think he kept one eye open for the rest of the night.  Also, they are still long and filthy.

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Almost summer!

Every night when we tuck Dorothy and Cooper into bed, Cooper's room is neat and tidy (and so is Dorothy's next door).  And every morning when they burst out of their room at SEVEN ZERO ZERO (which is actually 7:16 because we set the clock back because we just need a few more minutes to do all of the things), the room is a TOTAL DISASTER.  Gah.  
 I was sitting at the kitchen island grading for my online class, and I looked up and noticed all of the boys playing poker.  It was so totally adorable that I abandoned my work and immediately taught them to play euchre with the caveat that they have to play with me whenever  want to.  Cooper was the very best at it, but then his partner (harrison) asked for his best card to go alone (which he should not have done, by the way, because he did NOT have the cards), and Cooper sobbed.  Six-year-olds, man.
 Cooper, writing another scary apocalyptic robot book.
 Madison Moms Blog team pics sneak peek.  I am such a wallflower.
These days are the sweetest days of the whole year.  The kids are still in school but I don't have any taxing work to do, and the lilacs are blooming.  Summer is ready to unfurl before us-- the pool opens on Saturday, if you can believe that--and we are all feeling that particular anticipatory buzz, ready for lazy days and vacation, mountains and the ocean and a lot of doing nothing.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

The cutest day

Dorothy casually mentioned on Saturday evening that Sunday was her doll Ashlyn's birthday.  She says this stuff all the time-- in fact, I made tiny cookies (shaped with a teaspoon) for an American girl tea party in honor of some other doll on Saturday afternoon, so I didn't really pay close attention.

She woke up totally excited about Ashlyn's party, though, so while I was cleaning up breakfast, I whipped up some chocolate cake batter and dug out my teeny cupcake pans (Also!  I made half a batch of this recipe, (with coffee instead of boiling water because I like it better that way) and it made 60 tiny cupcakes, so a quarter batch would have been totally fine, and I am so glad I didn't make the whole thing because I only have 2 tiny cupcake pans.)
 Dorothy waited until AFTER LUNCH, or, in preschooler terms, a goddamn eternity, to frost them, and then she very seriously mixed up green, pink, and purple frosting.  I loaded the bags (no tips-- I just snipped the very end of the bag) and she got to work.
She had a rationale for her color choices, too:

While I find the whole thing darling, I noticed in these pictures that a lot of her baby roundness is gone. 
Like in this one?  She has knuckles.  Sigh.

She is squeezing SO HARD.
Cooper came upstairs to help.

I found some butterfly birthday hats, pretty napkins, 6 randomly patterned plates, and some polka dot straws in our birthday supply cabinet, and she spent a good 45 minutes setting up her party-- long enough for me to do yoga and take a shower uninterrupted.
She also helped herself to the tiny teacups and saucers and birthday candles, decorating with a banner from her dolly birthday party set that is not as much fun as using the actual kitchen, obvs.

She made all of the children-- and me-- sing to the birthday doll:

Then she spent a happy half an hour trotting around the table, making conversation, drinking doll waters, and eating cupcakes.  She had a hard time settling into the game because she wanted to be both the birthday girl's mom (although this was hard because she's the mom of all of the dolls, she explained, so she had to invent a really rambling narrative about why the party was all sisters) AND a party guest (which had its own limits).
Happy birthday, Ashlyn.  I got a huge kick out of your Dorothy-directed party.