My oldest daughter’s first grade class presented Power Point presentations today. ( I know, Power Point in elementary school? Odd and awesome, all at once.)
They answered questions in their power point such as “My mom…” and “My dad…”, “I love…” and “In the future I want to…” My favorites from Katherine’s presentation were “I don’t like… milk, and bowtie pasta.” Bowtie pasta? That’s random. And “In the future I want to…be rich, be a doctor, and read the Bible.” Too sweet.
Some of the other kids had some real winners, though. Here are a few of my faves.
“My mom loves to nap. My mom has two jobs. My dad…plays golf.” Ouch.
“My sister is sweet. We have different dads.”
“In the future I want to have a white van with six seats. I want a cat. I want to live ALONE.”
Reason #1: Because I wasn’t laid off last week. That’s a real plus.
Reason #2: Because last week I interviewed a local woman who was a contestant on Hell’s Kitchen. I’m not a fan of the show ( As this contestant put it, Gordon Ramsay is the Jerry Springer of cooking shows) but I am a huge fan of Lisa. Though she was kicked off in the first 45 minutes, she made a prime time appearance that her children could be proud of. The best part? I got to sample some of her food when I joined her friends and family for a viewing party at Lisa’s home. Teriyaki glazed boneless pork and thai veggie salad? Yum.
I mean, YUM, people.
And,I got this great shot of her clowning around. She’s a great sport, and I was grateful to get to meet her- another in a long list of cool folk I get to meet every week.
There has been controversy in the Sesame Street world this week. Katy Perry apparently filmed a segment on the show, which outraged people because it showed cleavage. Then, the same cleavage-concerned groups got up in arms about a spoof of True Blood on the show.
While I can see the concern over Katy’s outfit ( after all, I want to teach my daughters that clothing should be appropriate) I think the True Mud segment is hilarious. Kids won’t find anything at all wrong with it, and it’ll give moms and dads a laugh instead of having to just suffer through a tortuous kids’ show ( um, Caillou, I’m looking at you there.)So, why the fuss, America? Simmer down.
The birthday fun for Charlotte really started the weekend before, with a trip to see Mary Poppins. Her Mimi was so generous to take me and the girls as well as my sister and niece. It was a TON of fun, and seeing Mary fly through the audience at the end of the show was worth a million bucks. It was honestly magical.
The fun continued with her first real birthday party with her friends from preschool all invited. We made crafts and let the kids play in the yard. It was a perfect afternoon for hanging out and enjoying a nice September morning. Thank goodness we planned for early morning because by the afternoon it was 93 degrees. At night, the family and close friends joined us for dinner and a little more celebrating. Charlotte got some amazingly fun presents, including a special trip on Sunday to Build-a-Bear with our friends who have older children that are hero-worshiped by both my girls. (OK, and by me, too. If I could go back in time I would so try to be cool like them. ) It was a good reminder to me of how much my girls are loved by so many people. We’re very, very lucky.
On Sunday, it was time to float in the pool and relax a little but by 7 p.m., the birthday girl had hit her fun limit.
1. My oldest is a total carnivore. Her favorite food, at 6 yrs old, is sausage. Today, we drove past Hardee’s and she saw a sign advertising a double sausage breakfast biscuit. “DOUBLE SAUSAGE. DOUBLE SAUSAGE. Did you SEE that, Mama!!” I’ve never heard her so excited.
2. I stepped on glass the other night. That’s not the funny part. The funny part comes about 30 minutes later when the husband was trying to get the glass out of my foot. He was unsuccessful with the tweezers. ( I know, I know. It’s not pleasant to even think about.) He headed upstairs for a few minutes to “get something else.” A few seconds later, I hear my girls screaming. “He’s got a needle, Mom! He’s going to stick a needle in your foot!” It was hilarious and sweet. They were really, really worried. He finally came back downstairs with my entire sewing kit, sat it on the table next to me, and ( I swear) practically rubbed his hands together and cackled as he opened it up to find something he could use to help him get the glass out.