So here was this week. There was a lot of day-to-day before we had our long-awaited minibreak to San Diego.
Two out of our three children like pancakes. So, on the weekends, I make pancakes. I made the mistake of making Arlo a kitty cat pancake and OH MY GOD THE HORROR.
Evan ended up eating the kitty cat pancake, and I had to make Arlo an "A" pancake. No more anthropological pancakes for us.
Verdict? I will never be a stage parent. My kid was having fun and frankly, was awful. She was glorious.
There is a local park that has a lovely Japanese garden, complete with koi and ducks and turtles. It's only open during the week for limited hours. Arlo and The Goose and I were happy to introduce Oscar to our favorite park.
We were surrounded by stoners with their guitars. Some of them went off into the woods to smoke up, others just lit up right in the middle of the park. Dudes, as long as you are friendly with my kids, you can light up where ever you like, and I will complain mildly yet ineffectually about the smoke near my kiddos.
However, when you start butchering "Wish You Were Here," I've got my finger on the speed dial to the police. Don't smoke up and screw with Pink Floyd, that is just not acceptable.
The brothers spent a good hour trying to capture minnows in water bottles. They were unsuccessful.
The Goose loves our garden. And looks good in a hat.
It was a hot week, and since school is over, I am desperate to find pools to cool off in. We were lucky enough to splash about in our friends' pools all week. But you know what is also a lot of fun? Messing up a bunch of Mini Mates in a backyard pool. O, my poor, poor collector husband.
And then it was Thursday. The boys were done with school, The Goose had a few more days. I decided to use the Starbucks gift card from my awesome MIL to keep everyone happy.
Cake pops and milk boxes, ho! And maybe a venti iced coffee, unsweetened, no room for milk for Mama. Thanks, Gretta.
We had to wait for The Goose to be in school for the boys to get haircuts. Although we all know that The Goose looks adorable in a short pixie bob, she has requested a PONYTAIL! IN THE BACK! And braids and pigtails! So when the boys need trims, The Goose needs to grow out her hair, and be dissuaded from the main art of haircuts: the lollypops. So I took the boys to Floyd's for haircuts while the Goose was in school.
Oscar got very, very angry at me. I wouldn't let him get a mohawk like Arlo.
Arlo got another Mohawk and was thrilled.
Why didn't Oscar get a Mohawk as well? Well, he's got those Brockway ears. Someone left the car doors open. Also, Arlo wanted a Mohawk forever, and when he got it, he inhabited it. The Mohawk is Arlo's thing. We're not going to take that away from him. He's a middle kid. He needs to own what he can.
Friday, the head teacher of Lucy's preschool said "Hey, I know the boys want to play. Come at 11am and let then play for an hour."
This might not mean anything to you, unless you were under the age of ten and saw the playground of Grandview Children's Center.
Sandtables, with dinosaurs and various hunks of driftwood.
Oscar, looking a little too large on the circle cycle. Just like Playhouse.
There is a huge, central sandbox with a jungle dome in the middle. There are hoses and water jugs and a moat surrounding it. It is everything I want my kids to exhaust themselves at.
Painting? Of course.
Chickens for the chasing.
The Goose at the Ding Dong House!
Clambering up the slide.
A kitchen for mud pies and grass soups.
The Tire bridge.
A spot in the shade to swing with a teacher and read a book.
Evan and I were super proud of our Goose.
Ain't she sweet?
We spent the evening packing for our minibreak in San Diego.