My week was filled with parties, new after school activities, sick kids and more musical theatre indoctrination.
Baby Showers: I love them, I hate them. Now that the moment of faking Happy Hostess has passed, it's easier to dwell on all the things I love about about a Shower. For starters, I love that I'm finally in the stage of life when the party is thrown for someone else, and not for me. It's a smug sort of happiness, watching another lug a bowling ball around in her underwear, with nothing more than labor war stories and nursing horrors on her brain. It's swell for me, hanging up my jersey, I mean elastic wasted maternity pants, retiring from this game of baby making. That's a really, really nice feeling. Just knowing that I'm done with that phase of life brings me such peace, it makes my heart feel as fluffy as my homemade pink buttercream frosting. And it gets better, it's been awhile since I've played Baby Shower Party games. The whole melted candy bar in the diaper guessing game, it's still as funny as ever! Only this time I can laugh without worrying that a hearty chuckle will send me racing to the Loo.
Speaking of sweets, aw, aren't they purty?
Hosting a Baby Shower at my house this week provided a good reason to make a killer dessert buffet. Florist turns Baker, pulling together a spread of all things pink: cupcakes, chocolate dipped pretzels, and homemade lollipops! Columbine was giddy with delight to be my special helper in the kitchen. She wishes that every week could include a Baby Shower at our house. Sort of how she wishes she could have one more baby brother. Um, no. But here, take another pink M&M.
As for other weekly activities, I'm happy to write that tennis with Coach Rusty is back in the schedule. Love, love, love tennis with Coach Rusty! Hibiscus volleyed for an hour straight and by the end of the day, whimpered that her forearms felt like they were going to fall off.
A word about paddling: BEST after-school activity ever. Playing at the beach while she's doing her paddling thing is a zillion times more fun than waiting around a soccer field. I've done both enough times to know, and it's no contest--paddling at the beach is where it's at! I am happy, happy that our week now includes tennis and paddling practice. It is so much fun.
Columbine was down for the count with a fever earlier in the week. In her listless state, her only request was to drink watered-down apple juice and watch back-to-back musicals. Her recent favorite, "The Music Man" ranked up with her old stand-by, "My Fair Lady." Throughout the week, I could hear her interchaning the lyrics between "...just you wait, 'Enry 'Iggins" and "...right here in Rivercity."
Wooly kept us entertained, wearing a plastic blue rocket cap on his head all week. He's convinced that it turns him into, Flint, from the movie "Cloudy and a Chance of Meatballs." That boy is a funny one. He also discovered that his mastery of writing the letter A, can be converted into an impressive picture of a rocket. In one week, I think he's burned through a half a ream of paper, each one with another letter A turned rocket. Sign of brilliance? I think so.
And that's a wrap on the week.
Always on the grow,
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