1. Purchasing clothing for an 8-year old who is as tall as an average 12-year old, wants to look like she is 16, loves sequins, glitter and all things sleeveless is hard. *sigh 'Cause sometimes a girl needs to have clothes appropriate for the park.
2. Who knew that Walm*art would be my hero in dressing my daughter? In the past, I have felt that the Walm*art clothing selection was highly limited due to my desire to not have my child dressed exclusively in Dis*ney advertising. However, yesterday I found several basic, cute, modest T-shirts perfect for going to the park. Score! On sale for $3 each. Double score!
3. The next time I watch the Olympics and the athletes say they want to thank their parents - man, can I just say I have a new appreciate for that comment! It can be a ton of work to have your kiddo doing this type of sport. And we are so far away from the Olympic level! Punkin's state meet is this weekend, and her gym is hosting. I will be at the gym for at least 12 hours on Saturday, and I have spent 18 hours working on the signs that go on the clip of the scoring contraption. There are 457 gymnasts registered for this event, so there were a lot of signs to make.
On a positive note, there were 5 of us working on the signs, and I might have to take back every ugly thing I have ever said about "committees". Every mom came to the meetings, was helpful, and cared that the signs were done properly. I don't think I've ever been on a committee with all "20% people" before. It was ... fantastic. I mean, if I'm going to spend my time working on it, it was nice that it was organized and done correctly.
4. Today is our last day of school!!! I'm going to have a 3rd grader and kindergartener next year - yikes!
5. My Little Man is amazing. This week, he has been to long committee meetings, hours of shopping, quiet through some of the year-end tests, and he has been so, so well-behaved. I think I owe that boy a huge bowl of ice cream.
6. Little Man has been obsessed with the concept of an "attic" this week. The kids watched a TV show where the kids played hide-n-seek in the attic, and then he wanted to know if we had an attic.
As an aside, I grew up in the South, where all the houses had attics. Most you get in by pulling down a set of collapsible stairs and you climb right up. In Colorado, the roofs are reinforced to support the weight of the snow, so attics are not the prime storage space they are in the South. We do have an attic, but it does not have a floor so the access point is just a hole in the ceiling, we don't store things there and we don't go up there.
So, here's a summary of our conversations this week:
Little Man: Do we have an attic?
LM: How do you get to it?
Me: In our closet.
LM runs off.
A few minutes later:
LM: I can't find the door.
Me: It's in the ceiling.
LM: The ceiling? Really?
LM runs off.
A few minutes later:
LM: I can't reach it.
Me: Yeah, you'll have to wait on Dad for that.
So, 2 days later, WeaverDad and Little Man are finally home at the same time before 9:00 pm, and Dad lifts him up so he can see in the very dark attic. It made his week.
LM: ...... and Dad says, that we can't walk in there, or we would CRASH THROUGH THE CEILING!
He makes me giggle.
7. I love these two.