I had big aspirations for spring break. I promised fun activities. I promised surprise adventures. I made up a "spring break is sup-ah fine in 09" song and we sang it every day last week. Yesterday I delivered. Today I failed. In my defense, Andy flooded the bed not once...not twice...but THREE times. (after a week of perfect potty work too) (calling Cameron Weber!) I also managed to pick up a mean and disgusting cold. It also managed to SNOW in Charlottesville this morning. You would have had to be up changing bed linens for the 3rd time at 4am to see the flakes, but it plain felt like winter outside all day.
Stella and fella were busy early this morning flying rockets to princess balls upstairs and I thought that maybe we could have one of those lazy pj days. By 8am, I knew just how wrong I was to think this. I am pretty sure that my children have been contacting the spring break authorities to file a formal complaint. I feel terrible that I didn't deliver today...and now all I can hear is Trace Adkins singing "You're gonna miss this...you're gonna want this back...you're gonna wish these days didn't go by so fast!" It helps that Trace himself sang this to me (and 100 aged allergists in suits at an allergy benefit) personally last month. I'd like to print these words on the wall of the playroom in the new house but have major hangups with reinforcing the use of "gonna" but that is another post for another day...I'm off to reclaim what is left of the day and give these kids the adventures I promised. Late night Easter egg dying anyone? I've got two takers on that one for certain!
I used to spend every Wednesday morning in a playgroup. Someone in my house pretty much had to be separated from a limb for me to give up my weekly sanity saver. Nothing beats getting together with some Mom friends and letting the kids play while you get to talk about things that don't revolve around the letter of the day or Dora the -where-are-your-parents-Explorer. Those days have been replaced by the preschool shuffle and the new reality of having a few mornings to myself each week. I thought this was a bit of an improvement...until today. It's spring break here so it was high time that I made good on the 4,000 "we should really get together" pacts that I have made with some friends. After a year and a half of trying, Julie and Tabitha brought the kids over today for some princess magic (with a little mission space mixed in). The girls absolutely delighted in each other's beauty and John Glenn and "Boss" were pretty magical in their own right...and I thoroughly enjoyed my glorious adult conversations with Tabitha and Julie!
So maybe "Boss" isn't in to dressing up just yet...but, as it turns out, he is into doughnuts. I secured my "friend of the year" award from Julie when she caught me feeding this baby boy a doughnut hole. I didn't exactly do the math on Boss' age...but boy did my buddy love that doughnut! I think I have a friend for life in this little guy.
Grace was home sick last week with a fever and general fatigue. She slept for two entire days and read books quietly during the brief periods when she was awake. Young Andrew woke up with what I can only assume is the same fever this morning. He is certainly not himself; he is taking extended breaks from swinging from the chandelier to rest in my lap. He asked me to make a video of his "John Glenn" song for his little buddy Lila...as in the famous singing Lila that Andy is completely captivated with (click here for the link)...so now you can see what 102* looks like if you're Andy.
So Lila, this one is for you:
