We crammed a few more Halloween things in just in time.
Last night was the Halloween piano recital.
We crammed a few more Halloween things in just in time.
Last night was the Halloween piano recital.
We are a high-needs sleeping family. I'm not going to lie. My kids come by it honestly.
We use white noise, fans, eye masks, special pillows, and blankets. It's a whole thing.
We cracked the code to get M to sleep at camp. She took a travel white noise machine that is shaped and put it under her pillow so only she could hear it. They aren't allowed to plug things in at camp, so we bought 5 and charged them up. Packing one with each pair of pajamas so she could pull a new one out every night to make it through the whole night.
I actually brought one with to Disney World in August, though I could charge it daily, so I didn't need to pack multiple.
All this to say: at 1:40 AM, the power went out. And 3/4 of us woke up IMMEDIATELY. Luckily, we could pull those discs out and we all went to sleep at least a little.
Did I spend an hour grumbling and refreshing the outage report to determine when it would be restored? I did. But then went to sleep.
When the power came back on at about 4:00 AM I was relieved to turn my fan and true white noise machine back on, though.
School day birthdays, when your mom has to work at night, are not always the most fun.
But we made the best of it. After our McDonald's breakfast, we headed to school. The Mickey Ice Cream bars were placed in the freezer with the Dilly bars we snuck in the night before. (Mickey Bars for our friend with peanut allergies. It's basically the same thing.)
We were so happy to celebrate our 11-year-old! What a gift she is to us!
Dear M,
And just like that, my sweetest girl turned 11. With a breakfast from McDonald's because that's what she asked for. (And their hashbrowns really are good so... I don't blame her.)
It's kind of poetic, really. You were born on a Wednesday, and now here we are on a Wednesday again. That 2:12 AM birth means that you woke up 11 for real.
I could lament for days about how I can't believe that you're 11, but you know what? I can. I love seeing flashes of the little you from time to time. And I can also see who God is calling you to be occasionally. But I am especially loving who you are today. Not without drama... but full of heart.
You want so very much to be independent, but you refuse to go to sleep unless an adult has put you to bed. You can do everything by yourself, but the moment something gets too complicated, you come running for help. And I am so glad. You're meant to grow up. But that doesn't mean you don't need us.
I was rereading your note from last year, and it's pretty much all the same: a kind friend who loves art, purple, being outside, camp, music, but pop music specifically, chicken tendies, strawberries, donuts.
The big change is that this year, 5th grade, you don't have a lot of friends in your class. And I know that is a huge bummer for you. But what I have already seen is that not having your friends next to you has given you the confidence to try harder. You just have to work harder than a lot of people for the same result academically, and I know that's frustrating!
But oh, how that will serve you in life. Knowing how to work hard is a life skill no one can take away from you. You just need to embrace that. I get it, that's not the cool answer for 5th grade, but whatever. It's the LAST YEAR of spelling tests! And you are not sad about that!
The funniest thing about you this year is that you really can't think of anything you wanted for your birthday. Apart from the ChompSaw and you already know that it will be a Christmas Present from your grandparents. Hang in there... that's coming. And you will create some true masterpieces out of cardboard.
You are such an artist. And I love that about you. I would put you in classes, but I think that would actually ruin your creativity and appreciation for all things artistic. We don't even like Tim Burton, but your school assignment of "Tim Burton Style Self Portrait" is truly stand out good.
A whole week has passed, and I don't have a ton to show for it. I am clearly in a season where every day feels much like the last. Definitely a season in which I am not taking pictures.
I was in charge of checking people in for the church directory last week. The day before, my friend was in charge, and there was a mouse that ran through. She told me to keep my feet up while I was waiting... so I did.
Thursday was the 7th grade's Outsiders Day. They read the book. Then got to dress up and watch the movie.
C went Original Broadway Cast Greaser over film Greaser.
Friday evening we went to see the High School Production of The Little Prince. It was fine. We saw this same script (written by a local) performed twice before, and with educational theater, there are always some strengths and some weaknesses, right?
Saturday we went as a family to sing at a Memorial Mass for the school's former recess monitor. After we went home and changed and then went to Cracker Barrel for lunch. M found herself a piano to practice on.
Our Sunday was wonderful. We went to Mass back at our old Alma Mater to see the new Bishop Thom's Mass of Thanksgiving. The man is a fantastic homilist. And his was no exception this weekend. Since it was homecoming, there were also a bunch of people there to see and a special alumni blessing at the end of Mass. It was nice.
That afternoon Husband and I had a meeting for a retreat we are helping out with in a few weeks. I took no pictures, but here's one that makes me laugh.
There's something so freeing about waking when the sun is actually up instead of in the dark. Just that extra hour makes a world of difference.
Yesterday I took no pictures at all. But we sure had fun.
We took C to get his hair cut. Picture retakes are today and I figured if we were doing that anyway, the least we could do is get his hair looking fresh. (It was not his hair that was the problem the first time around but it couldn't hurt.)
We went to Walgreens for muffin liners. They didn't have any, so we went to the Dollar Tree and they did!
Then we went home and made our annual Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Muffins. My friend Billie Jo posted these on her blog many years ago, and it's still the recipe we use every year. We love them. C declared, "NOW it's fall!" There's one in his lunch box today. And I brought one for a friend.
It was sunny and warm yesterday. So the kids played outside a lot. And we practiced piano. And spelling words. And our voice lesson work too.
C went to choir because the districts across the river did not have the day off.
We ran the dishwasher. And the washing machine. We cleaned up the playroom and even got some of the pantry tidied. (Why do they always leave empty packages in there? Just my house?)
We had spaghetti for dinner.
And I took no pictures of any of it. But don't worry. We were making memories anyway.
Yesterday afternoon I finally got my car back. It was with the place for 18 days. I was quite unhappy with the place and their service. It was where insurance wanted us to go so they'd cover it 100%. I am DELIGHTED to have my car back, though!
Last night, after voice lessons, the kids and I went to another free library class to paint pumpkins. M and I were registered. C was along for the ride and helped me out a little.
You know how Gilmore Girls just turned 25 and suddenly Gilmore Girl fans are everywhere? Welcome to the club everyone, OG super fan here.
Like the kind of fan who took Season 1 and 2 on DVD to college, Freshman year, because those were the only seasons out on DVD at the time. The kind of fan where when Luke and Lorelai broke up I put a purple ribbon on my door because I refused to take sides and I wanted them to be together. (Longest 3 weeks of my life waiting for new episodes.)
And in 2006 when my little brother got a cat for his birthday, I convinced him to name her Lorelai.
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Well... Happy Monday everyone.