Actually, she isn’t signed up for soccer. Even though her school offers it. Even though it takes place on a day that she stays late. Even though she owns soccer gear. Even though there’s no extra cost. Even though there’s no reason in the world not to.
Except that there is one reason: She said, “No thank you, Mommy. Maybe in the spring.” Continue reading
The wacky and wonderful of our world this week.
1.) The Maiden has been at cheerleading camp all week, which means that there is a lot of spirit echoing around the house. “5-6-7-8! Gooooooooooooooooo Cavs!” And I don’t just mean from her. It’s catchy, darn it!
2.) Today the camp ends with a little performance showcasing the kids’ routine. The Maiden was ecstatic because she was chosen to be one of the “stunt” girls who gets hoisted in the air. Continue reading
Random bits on life, our universe, and everything.
1.) Because I’m married to the Man, I am contractually obligated to make the joke “May the fourth be with you.” An additional requirement seems to be that I go see Avengers tonight. And possibly pick up comics at Free Comic Book Day on Saturday.
This deal keeps getting worse all the time.
2.) Bonus points if you get the above reference. We say it a lot around here.
3.) The Maiden got stung by a bee for the first time. Except that it wasn’t a bee after all. Apparently the teacher was overwhelmed by the Maiden’s panic attack (“I’m not going to say you know how she can be hysterical, but . . . you know how she can be hysterical” was the comment, I believe), and we all assumed it was a bee–to which the Maiden could possibly have been highly allergic. Continue reading
Yesterday was the first day of spring, but a big storm ushering in torrential rains and a 20-degree temperature drop made it somewhat of a disappointment.
A different March 20 holiday, though, lived up to its expectations: on World Theater for Children and Young People Day, the Maiden received news of a callback audition for Sound of Music.
And while we wait for the weekend–and then for the final casting decisions–I’ll have ample time to ponder theater, kids, and why it all matters enough to actually have a day of its very own. Continue reading