Firstly and foremostly, congrats to Kelly F, winner extraordinaire of the Brain Noodles giveaway! (And no, that does not read ‘Keely F.’ It doesn’t.) Hope you have some fun kiddos in your life- or enjoy a good crafty evening by yourself. ‘Cause who doesn’t?
Except for autophobes.
Hmm. So. Where did October go?
Ah yes, now I remember. We sent it packing with armloads of confetti and [impossible to open] plastic toy enclosures, a face full of Trick or Treat makeup and frosting up its nostril.
Maybe a frozen Reese’s cup in its back pocket. (I’m kidding. I ate all of those. In the state.)
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| Hey gorgeous. Cupcake? Sure! |
Yes. This weekend. Friday was a crazypants day, full of tutus, graphic tees proclaiming ‘ONE,’ zoo trips, zero naps, and all sorts of good foods. And some really bad ones. We took Nora Noodle to the zoo for her big day and decided to make up for the other afternoon where we tried to squeeze an entire visit into the last fifteen minutes before closing time. We failed.
Here is what she dug:
-The cats. And they were all ‘cats.’ The lions, servals, panthers, tigers, seals…
-The birds. Flamingos, ducks, nearby chickadees and street pigeons.
-Dad was there. Dad! DAAAAAD!
-Smelling the gardenias inside the conservatory.
-Walking about on the pavement.
-The snack I had brought.
Here is what she did not care for:
-The fact that the monkey house was indoors and dim. Also, kinda smelly.
-That she could not hold the snake.
-Not being allowed to walk about on the pavement the entire time.
-The near-freezing temps.
-Not being allowed IN the koi pond at the conservatory.
-When I removed the empty snack container from her hands.
I had made all of her favorite foods for that day- in fact, for the whole week. P.J’s as well- because, as everyone knows, she’s taking notes. And will remember. These foods included: French toast with bananas, mini croissant sandwiches, a sweet potato and apple bake, eggplant parmesan, and a chocolate cherry cupcake (from Sweet Mandy B’s. I cannot bake.) I’m rather surprised she didn’t explode.
As for the cupcake itself, we had a very cool (and rather Epcot World of Tomorrow moment) where my parents got to Skype and see Nora blow out her first candle. (We live in the future!) It was pretty neat, especially when everyone got a close up look at my delicate daughter smashing her face (hands-free…she’s a LADY) directly into the frosting.
We undressed her right over the bathtub and she took a nice long soak surrounded by cake and eggplant bits. YUM.
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| Dux. |
She awoke the next morning to find her parents in a frenzy. Why? Oh, because they had decided on a no-stress mini party for their toddler at her favorite nearby playlot. And that required multiple trips to multiple stores. And they needed to get food and drinks (and adult “juice”) and presents and paper goods and wipes and candles (and and and) to the park that may or may not have available picnic tables because, once again, it is a free city park. Also, the forecast had- ever so helpfully- been fluctuating between a pleasant mid-60s sunny day and a positively frigid rainy 40-something. Which meant that the party MIGHT have had to take place at the homestead. Which was also frantically being cleaned for the arrival of P.J.’s parents sometime that day. (Sorry Nora, happy birthday and all- go lay down.)
And when she decided to nap for a whopping twenty minutes that day? No one was surprised. But thankfully, the day turned out to be gorgeous, Nora was thrilled when she realized where we were taking her, even more ecstatic when she realized that other people she knew were there (Hey guys! You’re at my park!), and she devoured a second glorious cupcake (punkin’ this time, made by the fabulous Cindy/Julia Team O’ Excellence) with all the acumen of a seasoned pro.
Of course, we had decided to have it at the park to best accommodate all of her miniature friends…four of whom were able to show up. (There were various illnesses and weekendy plans. You know how it goes.) However, a whopping 90% of our friends made it, allowing for a positively creepy number of adults san children at a public playlot. Lots of bench-sitting and “juice” drinking. I had fun. Nora thought it was terrific.
That night she passed out atop brightly wrapped boxes, clutching a questionably “food”-covered Doc Bullfrog. Party over, I could almost hear her bitsy (and racing) mind decide.
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| Miiine. |
Except.
The next day was Halloween. A day for masks, Skyping with a good half of Trick or Treating cousins (what’s a telephone?), carving pumpkins (you’re doing WHAT to the punkins?!), giving buckets of candy away to other kids (they get ALL of it?) and dressing up as Raggedy Ann (I did this last week, weirdos.) Aside from the oddity of hearing the doorbell every five minutes, she had a pretty decent time. She even got to take a bath with all of the leftover cupcake ducks.
There’s a sentence I’ve never before typed.
But now that it’s November, maybe we can all agree to take a nap? Specifically the shorties? I need all the extra time I can get to dispose of the veritable kitchen candyland we’re got going on (immediately into my face) and find some sort of order for the F.A.O. Schwartz open for business in our playroom. (Nora: It is fine the way it is. Leave it. LEAVE IT.)
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| Raggedy Tired. |
I might start by doing a big ol’ load of laundry. That’s right. Let’s start with the upstairs bedding. I’m probably gonna need to crawl under the sheets to make sure I can reach all of the blankets. And I should rest there for a few.
This hand holding the cupcake is getting heavy.
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