Saturday, June 23, 2018

Unicorn Sprinkles

Friday, June 22, 2018

Happy Father's Day!

For Ben's 12th Father's Day, we decided to keep it chill.

So chill that he bought his own gas grill for camping and assembled it and also chose the seats for his baseball game "surprise."  He also saw his new pop socket last week because he opened it thinking it was for Harry.  So, boy was he excited to wake up on Sunday.

It was supposed to be 97 and sunny, but Ben?  Wanted to go for a Father's Day hike at a state park. Efffffffffffff.

Dorothy was ON IT:

 I love the retro vibe of this photo
 The new grill in its natural habitat
 LUNCH!  You guys know how much I love eating outside.
 The intrepid explorer ready to hike to a waterfall
 Lucky for all of us, it is a short and incredibly beautiful hike.

 It was at least 15 degrees cooler by the water (which was FREEZING), and the sound was even more soothing than Beatrix's snoring
 I waled around aimlessly and had many good ideas fro my novel, which, to be honest, has been in need of some good ideas.
 The kids picked their was across the rocks

 We waded

Dorothy posed because, I mean, of course.
And then we went a little further on the trail because everything was so lush and green and perfect.
 Happy Father's Day!

 (Everyone was filthy, so we washed them at the pool).

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Summer so far

A little zoo.
 Complete with lion-riding.
 A Bucky we haven't seen yet.

 A movie we've been waiting a million years for (that I have feelings about-- more on that later)
 A 12 year-old who wanted a pride shirt for his brithday
 A couple of scary drawings:

 Ice cream in the morning.
 Some semblance of yoga every damn day.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Summer Challenge: GET DRESSED

I know that this doesn't seem like much.  Most adults get up and put their clothes on every morning.  But, most adults are not academics who teach online all summer while waiting hand and foot on 4 kids.  For example.

In summers past, though, I have spent most of my days in yoga pants and stretchy shirts which would be fine if A) I was thin, or B) my athleisure ware was expensive or well-fitting.  Or both.

All week last week and everyday so far this week, I have dressed everyday for my days with the kids.  I am made up and accessorized by swim lesson time, and you know what?  I LIKE IT.  My mornings feel a little rushed, but I am able to make plans outside the house whenever I wanted to.  I am eating less that I usually do with real wastebands (though, this is my first summer doing intermittent fasting, so that could be it, too), an I felt just plain better about myself.

Think I can get dressed all summer?  I don't know, but I am going to try.

This is the only picture I have to show for my efforts.  Oops.
Something else I am trying!! Making a snack station on the counter so kids can grab as we go from activity to activity-- another thing I like but probably won't be able to keep up all summer.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Dance recital day!

 It has been a big couple of days for Dorothy.

First of all, the pom pom camp she had been participating in all week had an end-of-camp show for parents, and it was WAY CUTER than I dreamed it could be.

 And then!! The moment she has been waiting for since her last dance recital.  DANCE RECITAL DAY!

It dawned like any other: library books and curlers (LOL-- I WISH she'd wear curlers every once in awhile-- so cute!)
 Ben drive us to the theater because that's what he did last year, and in Dorothy's mind, that's what he needed to do this year. She insisted we have second breakfast at the same coffee shop we visited last year, but she did deviate from the blueberry scone she had in 2017 and get a giant pink donut instead,.
 I was FREAKING OUT at this precise moment because I opened the tickets that we bought in MAY and never looked at to find that I had bought them for the 3:00 show, not the 11:00 show.  OMFG.  And!  According to the Internet, the theater only had 2 tickets left! (Harry and Jack thought for a few minutes that there was a scenario where they wouldn't have to go to the show at all, but, alas, a nice box office lady swapped out our seats, and it was fine.  I WAS SO RELIEVED.
 DO you think this coffee was big enough?  I wasn't sure.
She was clearly bubbling over with excitement:

After our quick stop, we went back to the dressing room (before the coffee shop we went there first and staked out a space because damn!), and I joined the throng of moms doing crazy adult things to their child's hair and face.  And let me say right now, I can see how tempting this is because kids look fabulous with makeup on because they have THE BEST SKIN and where do we sign up for pageants?
 Dance 1 hair:
 READY TO ROLL!! (If you are going to be putting makeup on a tiny face, I recommend without hesitation a lipstick brush.  I bought an ELF one at Target for like $2, and it really upped my makeup game).
 After the first dance, we had a few minutes of downtime, but that was basically our only moment of rest because once it was time to get ready for the second dance, I barely had time to tidy our makeup station before the finale.
 Dance moms! In the parent viewing area before the first dance (which was the second number of the whole show!)
 Doing hair for dance number 2:
 Can I just say overnight rollers are the way to go!  If Dorothy has longer hair before next year's recital, I am going to try these, but for now, the plain old foam overnights are our go-to.  Way less trauma and effort than a tiny curling iron (which we brought just to be safe).
 Ready for ballet! (Except for lipstick, obvi).
 I mean, as long as I am in a room full of mirrors, why not redo my own hair, you know?
 Lining up for the finale dance!
 Meeting her fan club after the show!
 They all brought her flowers!
 She was SO PROUD of herself, as she should be!
 She told me we were having a girl day even though the boys were there.  Which, TOTALLY.
 We went straight to the Terrace for beers and ice cream, stopping for Subway on the way.
 It was ninety freaking five degrees!
 She wore the unicorn headband for HOURS.
 We had to move the party inside
 Double Jacks!
 And!  Bonus!  We saw 3 Bucky on Parade statues

 We closed out the night with a barbecue
 Where Dorothy free-danced to whatever song came on the speaker
 And got so filthy we had to take everyone to the pool for a night swim on the way home.

Yay, Dorothy!  Yay, summer!