School has been canceled for the public schools here tomorrow. Hurricane Dorian is coming up from the south, but won't be heading towards us. And if it did...there would be ample time to cancel school. Like a half day's notice, maybe more.
If there is snow and some of the areas of the county can't be serviced by school busses I could understand maybe. I'm just confused by the canceling this early before we know enough.
And perhaps I wouldn't mind at all was it not for the additional notes in the cancellation announcement. Back when I was in school we had a number of "snow days" built into the calendar. We could miss a certain number and not have to make anything up. We always wanted to miss just enough that we didn't have to stay in school longer at the end of the year.
But in this case, my daughter's year-round track will be missing school tomorrow, on account of the threat of possible weather. The makeup day is Saturday. This Saturday. Three days from now. Unless "September 7th" on the announcement was for another year.
Families have plans on the weekends. Soccer games, family visiting, playdates, cultural experiences. Things happen that can't happen during the week. Some of the things are not something that can be done at another time.
I wrote a note to my daughter's VI teacher about my disappointment—that we are planning on going to the Greek festival with Mrs. Aagaard, my daughter's retired braillist. I'm planning on still going.
The Big Boy Update: My son stole money out of his sister's bank in order to get something for himself. Please don't tell him you read this here, he would be very upset. The reason I'm writing about it is that I told him enough of the evidence I'd found for him to know he had been found out. His father was there with me so I also let him know he would not be in trouble and did he steal his sister's money? He admitted he did. I told him I was proud of him for telling the truth, especially when he didn't know how much trouble he would get in.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: I came inside tonight to get something my husband and son were asking for in the front yard. My daughter was sniffling and when she heard me she burst into tears. Why was she upset? She was alone in the house, something she didn't realize until she started calling out names and no one answered. So she got scared and sort of panicked a little. Her fears are getting the better of her as she's processing the blindness and working through all the fears that go with it.
Wednesday, September 4, 2019
Tuesday, September 3, 2019
New Year’s Class Routine
Last week my husband and I attended a parents information session for my son's classroom. This is his third year in the class and he is quite proud to be one of the class leaders. Of the over twenty students, there just happens to be only four third-yearss, which means there are more younger students than older, something that is just a happenstance of enrollment and classroom matching.
The first day of school only the four third-year students attended. They spent the day going over things I suppose that were speficic to them and talking about how they could be helpers to the younger and newest students.
The second day the second-year students joined the third-years. They were reminded of the routine of the classroom and more expectations were set in preparation for the new students, the first-years, that would be coming on the third day.
As Wednesday started, all the students were in the classroom, but no work was done. No school work that is. But, my son's teacher told us, the students were working very hard indeed. She was setting the stage for the entire school year. She was giving them her expectations and showing by example, using an older student to help, each of the classroom guidelines.
Some of these things are possibly not typical "lessons" students would recieve in a traditional school. For example, they don't walk on the rugs in the classroom during certain times. The three large rugs are areas on which work is done by the students. You select your work, get a mat or floor desk, lay our your space and then begin to work.
In order for that workspace to remain minimally interrupted since many things require things to be laid out that could be disturbed by fast-moving feet, walking is always done around the rugs. If you go in a Montessori classroom later in the school year,you can watch the children effortlessly avoiding the rugs without it looking like they're thinking about it becayse they've been doing it daily.
There were other classroom expectations, such the process to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, how to wash and dry your hands without leaving a mess for the next person, and how to blow your nose.
My son's teacher said, "they know how to blow their nose, but they also don't. They get the tissue, wad it up and then blow. They get mucous all over their hands." She said they talked about how germs were transmitted, the importance of keeping our friends healthy and how blowing your noce properly could help in that regard.
My son's school—lessons in nose blowing and toilet flushing. Good stuff, that.
The Big Boy Update: My son and I had an argument this morning over something trivial, but important to know: don't shove things at peoples eyes. My eyes. I didn't like it and reactd viscerally. We needed to reset in the car so I got him talking about video games again. He figured out that if it hadn't been for playing video games, his father and I would have never met and that meant he wouldn't exisdt. He's right.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Aunt Margaret and I picked my daughter up from school this afternoon and went to The Shake Shack, which had only opened un the weekend. We all had shakes and some food while our dog politely waited in the car with the airconditioner on Dog Mode. They have a Dog Custart Cup on the menu, which I got at the end. My daughter held the cup on the ride home and Matisse licked it all gone before we made it half-way hime.
The first day of school only the four third-year students attended. They spent the day going over things I suppose that were speficic to them and talking about how they could be helpers to the younger and newest students.
The second day the second-year students joined the third-years. They were reminded of the routine of the classroom and more expectations were set in preparation for the new students, the first-years, that would be coming on the third day.
As Wednesday started, all the students were in the classroom, but no work was done. No school work that is. But, my son's teacher told us, the students were working very hard indeed. She was setting the stage for the entire school year. She was giving them her expectations and showing by example, using an older student to help, each of the classroom guidelines.
Some of these things are possibly not typical "lessons" students would recieve in a traditional school. For example, they don't walk on the rugs in the classroom during certain times. The three large rugs are areas on which work is done by the students. You select your work, get a mat or floor desk, lay our your space and then begin to work.
In order for that workspace to remain minimally interrupted since many things require things to be laid out that could be disturbed by fast-moving feet, walking is always done around the rugs. If you go in a Montessori classroom later in the school year,you can watch the children effortlessly avoiding the rugs without it looking like they're thinking about it becayse they've been doing it daily.
There were other classroom expectations, such the process to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, how to wash and dry your hands without leaving a mess for the next person, and how to blow your nose.
My son's teacher said, "they know how to blow their nose, but they also don't. They get the tissue, wad it up and then blow. They get mucous all over their hands." She said they talked about how germs were transmitted, the importance of keeping our friends healthy and how blowing your noce properly could help in that regard.
My son's school—lessons in nose blowing and toilet flushing. Good stuff, that.
The Big Boy Update: My son and I had an argument this morning over something trivial, but important to know: don't shove things at peoples eyes. My eyes. I didn't like it and reactd viscerally. We needed to reset in the car so I got him talking about video games again. He figured out that if it hadn't been for playing video games, his father and I would have never met and that meant he wouldn't exisdt. He's right.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Aunt Margaret and I picked my daughter up from school this afternoon and went to The Shake Shack, which had only opened un the weekend. We all had shakes and some food while our dog politely waited in the car with the airconditioner on Dog Mode. They have a Dog Custart Cup on the menu, which I got at the end. My daughter held the cup on the ride home and Matisse licked it all gone before we made it half-way hime.
Monday, September 2, 2019
French Fried Potatoes
We had a pool date with some friends this morning, stretching into mid-afternoon. We've been working on having the chidlren understand we each need our own time so when we were on the ride back to the house I explained that their father and I, as well as the two of them, were going to have our own time when we got home.
I explained to my son that this meant he could have some screen time, but to not expect it to be, "all day". I told my daughter she could listen to her audio book—I've gotten her into the Ramona Quimby series and she was interested in what was happening next.
I, for one, was taking a bath and getting all the sweat and products off my body from being outside at the pool. I felt gunky. Then I was going to finish the Royal Institution lecture on the history of our use of fuels, starting with the candle.
I fell asleep when the video got to the Q&A section and woke up to hear my children and husband finishing dinner. I came into the kitchen and was offered some french fries my daughter had made. They were well done, as my husband never cuts corners and had fried them to perfection. Then, I heard the back story of how they came to be with my husband elaborating more when my daughter wasn't around.
He told me (in his proud father voice that my daughter could hear) that he'd come upstairs to find this on the counter:
My daughter told him she had wanted french fries for dinner so she'd gotten them ready. She told him she didn't know how to used the stove so she didn't keep going beyond the preparation stage. He had told her she needed to be older and to have a lesson before she was able to use the stove alone and that she'd made a wise choice.
What you don't see in this picture is what happened for her to get to those nicely cut potato wedges. She had gotten some potatoes out of the refrigerator, pulled out the peeler, peeled the potatoes and put away all the peels in the compost container. then she'd gotten a knife (an adult knife she's been taught how to use) and cut everything up.
Then she waited for her father to be ready to make dinner and showed him her work. She asks for help constantly, sometimes making you think she's not capable. She is very capable, she's just social and frustrated, and lonely sometimes. She's going to be just fine. Sometimes I need a reminder like these poratoes to remember it.
The Big Boy Update: My son was a terror today when we got to the pool. He was on the verge of being mean to the very nice friends we'd come with. He didn't want anything for lunch other than ice cream. My husband and I looked at each other and I made the call. "Okay, you can have ice cream, but you have to promise to be nice—to everyone—and then eat normal lunch afterwards," I told him. I made him eat off to the side, where no one in our group could see him, lest we have a child revolt on our hands with everyone wanting ice cream for lunch. He was low on calories apparently because it worked.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter's pressure was going up. We thought it was bad. Her doctor wasn't overly concerned and said sometimes it goes like this with the implant. For now we're adding one drop in her left eye per day to reduce fluids. That one drop has put her pressure back in perfect range at nine almost consistently. Big sigh there.
I explained to my son that this meant he could have some screen time, but to not expect it to be, "all day". I told my daughter she could listen to her audio book—I've gotten her into the Ramona Quimby series and she was interested in what was happening next.
I, for one, was taking a bath and getting all the sweat and products off my body from being outside at the pool. I felt gunky. Then I was going to finish the Royal Institution lecture on the history of our use of fuels, starting with the candle.
I fell asleep when the video got to the Q&A section and woke up to hear my children and husband finishing dinner. I came into the kitchen and was offered some french fries my daughter had made. They were well done, as my husband never cuts corners and had fried them to perfection. Then, I heard the back story of how they came to be with my husband elaborating more when my daughter wasn't around.
He told me (in his proud father voice that my daughter could hear) that he'd come upstairs to find this on the counter:
My daughter told him she had wanted french fries for dinner so she'd gotten them ready. She told him she didn't know how to used the stove so she didn't keep going beyond the preparation stage. He had told her she needed to be older and to have a lesson before she was able to use the stove alone and that she'd made a wise choice.
What you don't see in this picture is what happened for her to get to those nicely cut potato wedges. She had gotten some potatoes out of the refrigerator, pulled out the peeler, peeled the potatoes and put away all the peels in the compost container. then she'd gotten a knife (an adult knife she's been taught how to use) and cut everything up.
Then she waited for her father to be ready to make dinner and showed him her work. She asks for help constantly, sometimes making you think she's not capable. She is very capable, she's just social and frustrated, and lonely sometimes. She's going to be just fine. Sometimes I need a reminder like these poratoes to remember it.
The Big Boy Update: My son was a terror today when we got to the pool. He was on the verge of being mean to the very nice friends we'd come with. He didn't want anything for lunch other than ice cream. My husband and I looked at each other and I made the call. "Okay, you can have ice cream, but you have to promise to be nice—to everyone—and then eat normal lunch afterwards," I told him. I made him eat off to the side, where no one in our group could see him, lest we have a child revolt on our hands with everyone wanting ice cream for lunch. He was low on calories apparently because it worked.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter's pressure was going up. We thought it was bad. Her doctor wasn't overly concerned and said sometimes it goes like this with the implant. For now we're adding one drop in her left eye per day to reduce fluids. That one drop has put her pressure back in perfect range at nine almost consistently. Big sigh there.
Sunday, September 1, 2019
Thirty-seven Messages
We went out on my best friend and her husband's boat today. There is a nice-sized lake about a half-hour from where we live where they keep their boat. The boat is a newer acquisition, something my best friend wasn't keen on initially, but now that they have it, she really likes.
There was some wakeboarding and inner-tubing done by the children. The adults talked and the children, their younger ones even, took turns at driving the boat as they've taken and passed the boat safety test for the state.
We had two dogs on board, both with dog life vests, which I don't think were strictly necessary for saving the lives of the dogs as they can swim, but came in handy when we needed to get them back on board as we could just grab the handle on the back and pull them up. This was particularly helpful as their puppy was fifteen weeks old and wasn't sure what he was doing. My dog, not having much in the way of large water experience, also benefited from being hauled back onboard a few times.
Both dogs really liked the boat and wanted to hang out almost over the edge of the sides with the wind blowing their fur around when we were underway. My son liked the whole day, my daughter only liked part of it. She wasn't happy and I didn't understand why until I asked her what was up. She said she was bored.
I had to look at it from her perspective (or think about it rather) and it made sense when I did so. She couldn't keep up with the dogs, who moved around a lot, and they didn't really want to be cuddled and held—they were interested in everything they could see. Everyone else was looking around and talking about what was happening. Or they were getting food—food she didn't know the location of and couldn't see what options were available or how to make sandwiches, etc.
She was dependant on us for almost everything. I got tired of the constant questioning because I couldn't do anything other than answer her queries and stop her from falling over things that covered every surface and walking area of the very packed boat with the ten of us and two dogs. In short, sitting still, not talking and listening to the music and hum of the boat just wasn't interesting to her.
She complained, "everyone had had a turn but her" on the inner tube, which wasn't the case as only one wakeboarder and one group of two had been on the innertube, but Matt was giving very long turns and we were well into the second hour at that point. When she got a turn on the innertube she cheered up. She liked getting in the lake andswimming too.
We got home in time for my husband to run to the store and prepare chicken parmesan for dinner before his parents arrived. I cleaned up from the day's trip and noticed the answering machine light was blinking. I pressed the play button to find out we had thirty-seven unplayed messages.
Our home phone line is largely useless, but I've had the number since 1990 and the home line was included in the bundle we have so we've kept it. Most of the calls were hang ups. There were several "computer tech support" phishing messages and some medical services, "call now before your eligibility expires" as well as one that wanted us to call so we could pay down our school loan account with them unless we wanted to press two to be put on their do not call list as it was, in fact, a random solicitation.
There was one call letting us know about our pest service that was legitimate with a company I really need to update to my cell phone number. I deleted all thirty-seven messages. We really need to get rid of that number, but twenty-nine years with the same phone number has been hard to let go of.
The Big Boy Update: My son was bouncing around after dinner with my in-laws, not wanting to sit in his seat. He rather randomly said, "Are you talking to me? About me being an old man? Becasue then I could say, 'guys could you be quiet here? I'm trying to nap.'"
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Did I mention my daughter did have a bladder infection? The original screen didn't show anything, but they sent it off to see if it would culture anything and it grew ecoli. Next step is a referral to infectious diseases, which sounds all kinds of awful, but that's the best group to try and determine why she continues to have the infection either come back or is susceptible to them.
There was some wakeboarding and inner-tubing done by the children. The adults talked and the children, their younger ones even, took turns at driving the boat as they've taken and passed the boat safety test for the state.
We had two dogs on board, both with dog life vests, which I don't think were strictly necessary for saving the lives of the dogs as they can swim, but came in handy when we needed to get them back on board as we could just grab the handle on the back and pull them up. This was particularly helpful as their puppy was fifteen weeks old and wasn't sure what he was doing. My dog, not having much in the way of large water experience, also benefited from being hauled back onboard a few times.
Both dogs really liked the boat and wanted to hang out almost over the edge of the sides with the wind blowing their fur around when we were underway. My son liked the whole day, my daughter only liked part of it. She wasn't happy and I didn't understand why until I asked her what was up. She said she was bored.
I had to look at it from her perspective (or think about it rather) and it made sense when I did so. She couldn't keep up with the dogs, who moved around a lot, and they didn't really want to be cuddled and held—they were interested in everything they could see. Everyone else was looking around and talking about what was happening. Or they were getting food—food she didn't know the location of and couldn't see what options were available or how to make sandwiches, etc.
She was dependant on us for almost everything. I got tired of the constant questioning because I couldn't do anything other than answer her queries and stop her from falling over things that covered every surface and walking area of the very packed boat with the ten of us and two dogs. In short, sitting still, not talking and listening to the music and hum of the boat just wasn't interesting to her.
She complained, "everyone had had a turn but her" on the inner tube, which wasn't the case as only one wakeboarder and one group of two had been on the innertube, but Matt was giving very long turns and we were well into the second hour at that point. When she got a turn on the innertube she cheered up. She liked getting in the lake andswimming too.
We got home in time for my husband to run to the store and prepare chicken parmesan for dinner before his parents arrived. I cleaned up from the day's trip and noticed the answering machine light was blinking. I pressed the play button to find out we had thirty-seven unplayed messages.
Our home phone line is largely useless, but I've had the number since 1990 and the home line was included in the bundle we have so we've kept it. Most of the calls were hang ups. There were several "computer tech support" phishing messages and some medical services, "call now before your eligibility expires" as well as one that wanted us to call so we could pay down our school loan account with them unless we wanted to press two to be put on their do not call list as it was, in fact, a random solicitation.
There was one call letting us know about our pest service that was legitimate with a company I really need to update to my cell phone number. I deleted all thirty-seven messages. We really need to get rid of that number, but twenty-nine years with the same phone number has been hard to let go of.
The Big Boy Update: My son was bouncing around after dinner with my in-laws, not wanting to sit in his seat. He rather randomly said, "Are you talking to me? About me being an old man? Becasue then I could say, 'guys could you be quiet here? I'm trying to nap.'"
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Did I mention my daughter did have a bladder infection? The original screen didn't show anything, but they sent it off to see if it would culture anything and it grew ecoli. Next step is a referral to infectious diseases, which sounds all kinds of awful, but that's the best group to try and determine why she continues to have the infection either come back or is susceptible to them.
Saturday, August 31, 2019
The Ice Cream Truck Cometh
This morning started out what a happy meeting of my best friend's new family dog, Remy. He's a Golden Doodle they got last night, surprising their children up until the moment they were in sight of the dog. Matisse and fifteen-week-old Remy had the best time, playing together much like Matisse and Daisy, my brother- and sister-in law's Golden Doodle had played together when we were at our family reunion.
Everyone had fun watching them, and my daughter enjoyed giving them both treats and petting the amiable Remy. They left, and things went back to normal here at the house with my son spending his screen time watching YouTube videos about games he plays or would like to play. He got a bit in trouble for bad language on one of the channels, but he was excused because he was browsing for new things to watch and didn't know the channel he had picked was inappropriate since you don't know if there will be swearing until you get into the video itself.
My husband went off to a Tesla meetup while my daughter waited for the ice cream truck. She was obsessed with the potential arrival of the ice cream truck. She knew it came on Saturday, but it hasn't always happened and the time has varied significantly in the past. She remained resolute. It was coming, however. She was so sure she had had her father get some money out and put it in the bowl at the front door.
For the next bit, my daughter would say she heard the ice cream truck, go outside and then find it wasn't there. This went on for a while until my husband left and told me as he was driving off, "the children are going over to Maddie, Ellie, Gigi and Juju's house to see puppy again." I grabbed my shoes, the dog's e-collar and controller, and she and I headed out to catch up with my son and daughter.
Their puppy was tired. Remy played a little, but he'd had a long night and big first day, and he just wanted to fall asleep, much to the disappointment of our dog. My daughter was remaining close to their front door, convinced the ice cream truck was going to arrive momentarily.
I told everyone she was certain, but the rest of us were not, that the ice cream truck was a guarantee and time was a total unknown. My daughter went outside to wait, saying she thought she might have heard it.
Not two minutes later she came back in and said the ice cream truck was coming. I didn't believe her. She'd hopefully heard it already several times today. I went out to confirm it was another false alarm when, surprisingly, I heard the ice cream truck.
Much mayhem ensued in which I thought my children were going back to our house but they weren't. I lost the dog and then spied her barking, happily, several houses away at a dog inside a fence. She didn't come when I called her so I used the e-collar (something I don't have to often do). She came running towards me and we went home.
My children found me later, after eating ice cream. Someone paid for it. I think my son got on his scooter and ran in to get the money. They said they were sorry I had missed the ice cream truck. To them, as children, the ice cream truck is something of a magical experience. It's just ice cream to me.
The Big Boy Update: My son wasn't that interested in meeting the puppy today. He likes our dog and other dogs, but he doesn't love dogs like my daughter does. This morning he was more interested in the children than the dogs. He loves our dog, but he doesn't want to be around her and do things with her like my daughter does.
The TIny Girl Chronicles: When my daughter arrived back at our house from getting ice cream, I could tell what she selected. She had ice cream sandwich all over her hands and her face and glasses hadn't been spared. We had to wash her face completely and her hands up above the wrists. She didn't mind—she had gotten ice cream from the Ice Cream Truck.
Friday, August 30, 2019
Five Below
Some years ago when we had gone to New Jersey to visit my brother- and sister-in-law and their children they talked about a store called Five Below. I think the store came up because we had mentioned the dollar store and my undying love for shopping there.
Had we heard of it? We hadn't and when we found out the store had a similar model of low price-point items, everything costing five dollars or below, well, as you can imagine, I needed to go check it out as soon as possible.
We went and I shopped. Everyone shopped. The children got some things to entertain themselves while we were on vacation. Or, and I might possibly be remembering this wrong, I bought them things I thought would entertain them because the children were too young to effectively shop for themselves.
Not two weeks after returning home, I was at a shopping center I went to from time to time and noticed a, "Coming Soon: Five Below" banner. Once that store opened, I frequented it, most notably during the holiday season for stocking stuffers.
The children like the store because as a reward for good behavior or when they met some goal, they could ask to go to Five Below and pick out any one thing they wanted. My son made sure to get the maximum value and usually selected something costing five dollars. For the longest time, my daughter only wanted the ten pieces of candy for one dollar as her reward.
A few weeks ago I noticed they were opening a Five Below closer to us. Today was the grand opening so I messaged Margaret, asking if she'd like to go with me to check it out. She and I spent a long time going up and down the aisles, not really trying to buy or not buy anything, but looking at everything a store could procure and offer for five dollars and under.
I did get some things. I even got a 3'x5' rug for five dollars. I brought home some fun items and some useful things to keep the children (and me) entertained. I like the total bill amount at Five Below. It doesn't ever get that high.
The Big Boy Update: My son was part of The Big Bang at school today. He wore a black shirt with a picture on the front but when it was time for the third years to do their rendition of The Big Bang, he and the other students turned their shirts wrong-side out. He wasn't specific as to what happened after that, but he enjoyed being part of the demonstration.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter helped me make a braided tug toy for my best friend's new family dog. Her children are finding out tonight that they're getting a dog, a golden doodle, and are bringing him home. We took the neon pink, orange and green felt sheets that stay in the children's bedrooms and are used for tent making and cut a three-inch strip off each color. She helped me braid the strips into a colorful tug toy. Our dog wants to play with the sheets of felt the whole time we work because her tug toy is also made from strips cut off those same sheets. I don't know if we'll get to meet their dog, which they're naming Remy, tonight or tomorrow. We're all excited to meet him.
Had we heard of it? We hadn't and when we found out the store had a similar model of low price-point items, everything costing five dollars or below, well, as you can imagine, I needed to go check it out as soon as possible.
We went and I shopped. Everyone shopped. The children got some things to entertain themselves while we were on vacation. Or, and I might possibly be remembering this wrong, I bought them things I thought would entertain them because the children were too young to effectively shop for themselves.
Not two weeks after returning home, I was at a shopping center I went to from time to time and noticed a, "Coming Soon: Five Below" banner. Once that store opened, I frequented it, most notably during the holiday season for stocking stuffers.
The children like the store because as a reward for good behavior or when they met some goal, they could ask to go to Five Below and pick out any one thing they wanted. My son made sure to get the maximum value and usually selected something costing five dollars. For the longest time, my daughter only wanted the ten pieces of candy for one dollar as her reward.
A few weeks ago I noticed they were opening a Five Below closer to us. Today was the grand opening so I messaged Margaret, asking if she'd like to go with me to check it out. She and I spent a long time going up and down the aisles, not really trying to buy or not buy anything, but looking at everything a store could procure and offer for five dollars and under.
I did get some things. I even got a 3'x5' rug for five dollars. I brought home some fun items and some useful things to keep the children (and me) entertained. I like the total bill amount at Five Below. It doesn't ever get that high.
The Big Boy Update: My son was part of The Big Bang at school today. He wore a black shirt with a picture on the front but when it was time for the third years to do their rendition of The Big Bang, he and the other students turned their shirts wrong-side out. He wasn't specific as to what happened after that, but he enjoyed being part of the demonstration.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter helped me make a braided tug toy for my best friend's new family dog. Her children are finding out tonight that they're getting a dog, a golden doodle, and are bringing him home. We took the neon pink, orange and green felt sheets that stay in the children's bedrooms and are used for tent making and cut a three-inch strip off each color. She helped me braid the strips into a colorful tug toy. Our dog wants to play with the sheets of felt the whole time we work because her tug toy is also made from strips cut off those same sheets. I don't know if we'll get to meet their dog, which they're naming Remy, tonight or tomorrow. We're all excited to meet him.
Thursday, August 29, 2019
Creepy
I've made a decision. It's time It's taken me a long enough to get here, and I won't lie that fifty, barreling down on me, is ready to attack me at my birthday in several months and declare, "you're half a century old, don't you think you should know how to put makeup on by now?"
Makeup seems to wax and wane over time with more or less going up and down like skirt lengths used to. When I was in high school, there was a lot of powder blue eye shadow and rosy cheeks, but I don't remember much else. The blue eye shadow is all I can pick out in my pictures from that era.
I don't think I wore much more than that, though. Mascara was a nightmare I thought, and the rest of it just felt gross. Lately though with my aging and looking older and dowdier, combined with the flamboyant makeup styles currently in fashion, I thought I'd give it another go.
I got some makeup and a lesson. I tried to put on the makeup, but it takes time. Mornings with two children are short on time, and I like to sleep, so I wasn't getting much practice in. This morning I was determined to put the makeup on, for no particular reason other than I'd said I was going to give it a go, even though we were running late.
I had forgotten by now some of the instructions from the lady who had helped me when it came to where the eye shadows should go and how they should be blended, but I thought I got it kind of close. Maybe it didn't look like she did it, but could it be that bad?
I called out to my son to head to the car, and when he caught up with me, he stopped in his tracks and said, "you look creepy, Mom." I grabbed a sponge to try and remove some of it, and we got in the car. I asked him which parts looked creepy. He said, "I love you, Mom, but you have too much eye makeup on."
At stoplights, I tried to tone things down, and by the time we'd gotten to school, I asked him again what he thought. He said, "I've watched makeup videos on YouTube, I can show you how." Then, as he was exiting the car, he said, "just keep wearing the sunglasses."
So while he was at school today I watched some YouTube videos myself and by the time I picked him up at school, I had redone things. He smiled and told me I looked good. Which is high praise from an eight-year-old who will tell you exactly what he thinks. He said he wanted to do my makeup. I told him he could help me out this weekend.
The Big Boy Update: My son was serious about the makeup. I thought my children were brushing their teeth but my son had out the makeup star box Nana had given my daughter and was about to do her over. I told him he could when they got home from school tomorrow that makeup wasn't best to put on right before you got to bed and got it all over the pillow.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter wanted to do her own makeup. Not being able to see what people look like or remember faces, she wanted to draw pictures mostly on her face as, "makeup". She put her name on her forehead and squiggled blue and purple all over the sides of her face. She loved it.
Makeup seems to wax and wane over time with more or less going up and down like skirt lengths used to. When I was in high school, there was a lot of powder blue eye shadow and rosy cheeks, but I don't remember much else. The blue eye shadow is all I can pick out in my pictures from that era.
I don't think I wore much more than that, though. Mascara was a nightmare I thought, and the rest of it just felt gross. Lately though with my aging and looking older and dowdier, combined with the flamboyant makeup styles currently in fashion, I thought I'd give it another go.
I got some makeup and a lesson. I tried to put on the makeup, but it takes time. Mornings with two children are short on time, and I like to sleep, so I wasn't getting much practice in. This morning I was determined to put the makeup on, for no particular reason other than I'd said I was going to give it a go, even though we were running late.
I had forgotten by now some of the instructions from the lady who had helped me when it came to where the eye shadows should go and how they should be blended, but I thought I got it kind of close. Maybe it didn't look like she did it, but could it be that bad?
I called out to my son to head to the car, and when he caught up with me, he stopped in his tracks and said, "you look creepy, Mom." I grabbed a sponge to try and remove some of it, and we got in the car. I asked him which parts looked creepy. He said, "I love you, Mom, but you have too much eye makeup on."
At stoplights, I tried to tone things down, and by the time we'd gotten to school, I asked him again what he thought. He said, "I've watched makeup videos on YouTube, I can show you how." Then, as he was exiting the car, he said, "just keep wearing the sunglasses."
So while he was at school today I watched some YouTube videos myself and by the time I picked him up at school, I had redone things. He smiled and told me I looked good. Which is high praise from an eight-year-old who will tell you exactly what he thinks. He said he wanted to do my makeup. I told him he could help me out this weekend.
The Big Boy Update: My son was serious about the makeup. I thought my children were brushing their teeth but my son had out the makeup star box Nana had given my daughter and was about to do her over. I told him he could when they got home from school tomorrow that makeup wasn't best to put on right before you got to bed and got it all over the pillow.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter wanted to do her own makeup. Not being able to see what people look like or remember faces, she wanted to draw pictures mostly on her face as, "makeup". She put her name on her forehead and squiggled blue and purple all over the sides of her face. She loved it.
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