Sunscreen Mud

Peyton is in soccer camp for spring break. Being the awesome mom that I am, I forgot to send sunscreen with him today. (In my defense, it was raining when he left the house this morning). But he let me know it was ok. Animals roll around in the mud to protect themselves from the sun.  So he went ahead and rubbed mud all over himself as a sunscreen. 

Yay? 

We might be watching a little too much wild kratts in this house. 

 

Dance, dance, dance

Elliana is getting ready for her dance review in June. I took a few pictures in dance class a couple of weeks ago.

 

 

Patrick's day

 

Elliana came home today and told me she was having a Father's Day party in her classroom this Friday.

Father's Day? Really? That seemed odd. I actually thought about this and tried to figure out why they would do that.

Then she started talking about the leprechaun in her classroom too.

Wait...do you mean you're celebrating St. Patrick's Day in school on Friday?

She was like...Yeeeeuuus!

As in....duh!

So we explained that not every dad was named Patrick. Lol.

It's mine, mine, mine, mine....

I think Elliana wants to make sure we all know that this is HER floss. 

 

The struggle of a working mom is real

Patrick was away for the last couple of days at a work conference.  But I had plans in place for everything to run smoothly. I had an important meeting at 8am this morning that included deans and directors, where the task force that I've been on would be presenting our recommendations for some programming on campus. One of my neighbors would bring Peyton to school and I would bring Elliana to school earlier than usual, but it would be fine.

Except at 4:30 am this morning, it suddenly wasn't. But I was in denial.

Elliana: Mom, wake up. I don't feel good.

Me (groggy) what's wrong?

Elliana: I don't know. I just don't feel good.

Me: breaking a cardinal rule - get in my bed and go back to sleep.

At 5:30, it's now time to get up. But Elliana has finally just fallen back to sleep.  I decided to get up and start getting ready and then get the kids up, hoping it would all be fine.

Peyton was grumpy, but I got him out the door. Elliana was sleepy but I managed to get her dressed, amid protests she wasn't feeling well.  I had to make a call, stay home with her in the chance she was sick and miss the important meeting? She wasn't running fever and couldn't really tell me what was wrong. Or send her to school and hope for the best?

The eternal optimist in me decided I would bring her to school and hope for the best. It's hard to tell with her sometimes whether she's being dramatic or whether she doesn't feel well.

I dropped her off and drove 45 minutes to campus, ran across campus to my meeting, walking in 15 minutes late. I'm already making a great impression here. 

I sat down, contributed to the conversation with about three sentences when my phone started ringing. It was daycare's phone number. You know where this is going....

Teacher: um, Elliana is sick and just projectile vomited all over the place. 

Raise your hand if you're surprised. Anyone? Anyone?! 

So I drove 45 minutes back to school to pick her up at which point she runs over and jumped into my arms, excited to see me. I guess she's feeling better? 

She's currently on her third episode of wild kratts, after several episodes of Daniel Tiger and a viewing of Frozen. She isn't eating much, but she's still singing and dancing. And hamming it up for the camera. She isn't allowed to go bank to school tomorrow since she threw up all over the place there this morning, so we'll do it all over again tomorrow. Except the part where I drive an hour and a half across town. 

 

As for the meeting, I quietly picked up my stuff and left after being there for just a few minutes. I'm quite sure I was judged. Whatever. Isn't the first and won't be the last time I'll need to run out the door to rescue a kid. 

District Pinewood Derby

Peyton recently placed 3rd in the speed category at our Pack Pinewood Derby.  This is serious business, where the placement of the wheels and axels and weights can make the difference of 0.001 seconds, which separated Peyton from first place. It was our Pack's turn to host the District Pinewood Derby where the top 3 racers in speed from all of the packs in our area compete against each other.   Patrick, as the cubmaster of our Pack, served as the emcee for the event.  He did a great job, but I won't lie, he was stressed out and sweating the entire time. 







There were some technical issues with communication between the track and the computer system and there were lots of errors and, hence, delays.  This picture kind of captures the essence of the morning.  Poor Mr. Dominik was stressed out too.  







But in the end it was a good event.  Peyton didn't place among the top in the district, but he had fun just being able to be there and participate.  

3 Boys. Boogers. Target

Peyton won a $5 gift card to target playing Bingo at the Family Fun Night.  So he wanted to spend it.  Except I didn't think I could handle taking Peyton and Elliana to target at the same time.  They're having....trouble getting along (to put it mildly).  So I asked the neighbors if Elliana could play with their daughters if I agreed to take the boys to Target with us.  Elliana only agreed to this plan if I promised to bring her back ice cream.  Deal.

They talked about picking their nose and eating boogers the whole way there.  Boys are so.so.gross.

Then we spent the evening hanging out by the fire and grilling while I drank sangria from a juice pouch to recover from the Target trip.  And ate ice cream.  Good times on Cavell Ct.