Oh my. There was a glow party at my school last Friday.
It replaced the beloved Sock Hop- since the people who hopped in socks are now the grandparents, the sock hop was confusing. It was funny to watch the little second graders dressed up in their tie dye and hippie skirts or neon workout gear with the shoulders cut out for fifties day. Eventually we gave up and called it ‘Decades Day’ so no one was wrong and anything fit in! But I digress. The Glow Party, as the name suggests, was dark and glowy and the perfect scene for any kid looking to get wild right under their parent’s nose. And boy did they. It was a mad, good time for all those little bodies!
As a relatively old person in the crowd, I couldn’t see anything! Remember- these are elementary aged children, I’m not being insulting. An 18 year old is almost elderly in that crowd. But seriously, first, it was dark, then all this dim glowy stuff was everywhere and eventually it was like there was a white, gauzy cloud shimmering in front of you. It was trippy- not the effect they were going for. I couldn’t see anyone or anything at all, and eventually just stumbled over to a wall and stood there watching for Jude. Seriously, only 40 here.
But still, for the kids? A mad success and so fun. It was epic! Were I eight, (or ten or five) I could have died a happy death that night. There was glow swag- hats, necklaces, wands and more- along with pizza, soda, tattoos and a comprehensive array of good candy. Not just the tootsie roll bag, if you know what I mean. The good stuff. My kids walked out loaded down with enough glowy goodness, gum and candy to last the ages… And, lest we forget, they had the best time shaking it.
- 02.18.14 | Permalink | | Comments Off
It’s been great kite flying weather…
We are bananas about kites now.
I am not kidding. If there is no wind the boy storms around as though it’s personal.
Kites are fun!
- 02.16.14 | Permalink | | Comments Off
Valentine’s Day this year was lovely. We planned a simple, stay at home kind of evening centered on making everyone feel important and loved. It started out in the morning with the Valentines in the picture above. Each of the kids got some coupons for snugly, lovey things to do with their Mama as well as a Valentine themed snack or lunch. The day itself was exhausting for their Mama, so I was glad to get my lovies to them early!
Jude and Guinevere each took their teachers flowers. Frankly, I would have melted if I received the ones from Jude. His handwriting is so terribly earnest and sweet. Bradley got to find little pink hearts all over his office all day. A reliable source says there are still many hearts to find…
The day ended with a candle lit bath for each kid and champagne for mom and dad. It was a beautiful day, full of love and kindness, just like Valentine’s Day is supposed to be.
This collage was made for my other website and the picture of me is included to show my tired face at the end of a Valentines Day spent with 25 eight year olds during the full moon the day before a four day weekend. We had a great day, but I was TIRED when it ended!
- 02.15.14 | Permalink | | Comments Off
Lately I look at our website despondently and bemoan it’s lack of new content. I simultaneously say to myself that we are so busy that I don’t have time to write on the website and that we haven’t been doing anything so there’s nothing to report. Both are true.
Our January and February have been busy- full of the day to day, in and outs of everything. I went through the texts that Bradley and I have shared over the past few weeks and mined out a beautiful life- the one I always wanted. The pictures and stories we share back and forth so prove that we’ve been busy and that our tapestry has been woven from the mediocrity of the day to day. The irony is that I love it.
Our day to day starts out in our bed. The kids pile in around 6:45 and we coil around one another, our warm bodies meshing together, a big, pig- pile of love, togetherness and family. It's the best way to start the day. Eventually we shake ourselves from the sheets, get dressed and part ways at 7:35, when I pull out of the driveway to a chorus of well wishes, smiles and exclamations of love. It's the best way to part company.
Throughout the day, I’m messaged with the this and that’s- my daily hug picture as Gigi peels away from the fold to step into her classroom. I see the antics of my boys when I check in at lunch- I see their daily walk, their meal together and sometimes some of the things they get up to. I feel connected to them until we can rejoin ranks and be present in one another’s life again.
Our nights are simple but full. We are committed to our collective health, so we often work out and get some cardio activity as a family, then, while the kids do homework, play games or watch something, Bradley and I finish up with an extended weights workout where we process our day, chatter and act like parents and grown ups together. Add making dinner, clean-up, bedtime stories, tooth brushing, nose rubs, tickles, jokes and wrestling matches, our days are full of simple pleasures.
I call these our salad days- where everything is at it’s best. These mundane, ordinary busy days are the ones we will look at with tenderness and warmth as we age. These days are golden and bright in their normalcy. I feel lucky that this is my normal, boring life. These are the days. The ones that are exhausting and end with our Lj version of Baby Beluga sung to a sleepy five year old and reminders to the ten year old to wash her face and tuck in by nine- these are the days will be missed more than any others. The salad days.
We were walking through the mall last weekend and noticed a sign stating that the Disney Store at our local mall is closing. While to many this may not be a big deal, to us it is our childrens’ babyhood. We were dedicated to the Disney Store. We cut our teeth on their sweet and sanitized version of childhood, allowing our tiny little two year old to carefully touch the princess dresses and accessories that would eventually make their way under our tree or into her closet.
When we were just starting out with hardly two dimes to rub together, we would often find ourselves walking through the vacant mall with our toddler in tow, making our way to the play area, to build a bear, but our favorite was the Disney store. If you’ve been, you know the place is festooned with statues of characters all over the ceiling, with friezes of Disney royalty (Mickey, Minnie etc.), it rings with famous Disney songs and is littered with dresses, costumes, stuffed animals and a tremendous amount of merch that made our little girl shape her mouth into a perfect little o and softly touch the sparkles.
Through both pregnancies, we visited the Disney store and found the perfect little dress for one baby, and the perfect little dumbo pajamas for the other. We dreamed of what the babies would look like, looked at the world through their eyes and saw the same magic. When we were in need of a vacation we could not afford, the Disney Store could be the balm that would temporarily offer some relief. As silly as it is, The Disney Store was a foundational place for our new family.
And truth be told, three out of four of us were a little teary today as we took a last turn through the place. For us, we are on the precipice of never returning to the store anyhow. Jude barely fits their clothes, and I think Guinevere’s last princess dress she will fit was purchased there for her birthday. The Littlejohns are growing up and getting ready to move on and the official closing of the Disney Store just drove that point home a little more acutely. Guinevere searched the store in vain to find one last thing to purchase, Jude clung to a bow and arrow set, but we all went home empty handed (we already have a bow and quiver at home). It’s weird to know that this moment has passed.
But it’s good to know that, at least for now, we still have Disneyland!