We’re hosting the family Easter celebration tomorrow evening (Shrike had to work this evening), so Peeper and I whipped up some cookies using some frozen fundraiser dough that Shrike bought a while back. And icing. And sprinkles.
This evening was the annual Dr. Seuss birthday party at our local mall, sponsored by the literacy council. They had a “dance party,” crafts, free books, balloons, face painting and cupcakes made by our buddy, A.
Peeper was gettin’ down on the dance floor, and at one point some kids dad said something to her, and then she and the little girl took off together. They ran around hand-in-hand and danced and looked like best friends. I figured it was a kid from school or maybe dance class, and planned to ask her about it.
As everything was wrapping up, Peeper decided that she wanted a balloon, but they’d stopped handing them out and were packing up. As I was telling her, “Sorry, the balloons are all gone,” this little girl asked me, “Why can’t she have my balloon?”
“Do you want to give her your balloon?
So Peeper took her balloon and I thanked her profusely, and then went and told her dad about it, and as we were chatting, I heard Peeper burst into tears. I looked over and her balloon was at the ceiling. She’d taken off her Elsa glove to “feel my forehead,” (wipe her sweaty brow) and the balloon came off her wrist with it, and away it went.
Someone point out the tall guy who’d just plucked one from a lower part of the ceiling for his kid, so I asked if he could please get her one, and after about three tries, including climbing on folding chairs twice, he managed to just barely snag one.
Later I asked Ellie who the little girl was, does she go to school with her, or maybe dance class.
She has no idea. Never met her before.
Faith in humanity restored.
Peeper’s class finally got to have their Valentine’s Day celebration today. Last week, they were out Thursday and Friday for snow, this Monday was Presidents Day / teacher inservice, Tuesday and Wednesday were delay days, when the “morning friends” don’t go, and yesterday was the rescheduled-from-last-week Father’s Day Breakfast.
(No, I don’t know why they do it Valentine’s week. Why not stick it in some week without another holiday? Oh, and Peeper took Papa as her guest.)
So, anyway, Peeper and I went through her haul when she got home from school.
I’m not exactly sure why, but the little folk at Peeper’s school celebrate Father’s Day during Valentine’s week, but of course, like just about everything else this winter, it was postponed due to weather, and they had the breakfast today. (That didn’t help with the double-celebrations, though. Valentine’s Day was postponed, too.)
Shrike’s dad was Ellie’s guest, and Shrike volunteered to help with preparations and serving, so that Peeper would have both a “special guy” and an actual parent there. I was at work, so I just got to hear about it.
When we were working on the MOMS Club calendar for February, I offered to host a Winter Wonderland Party like last year. When I realized that the date that was good for me was Presidents Day, though I decided to change the theme.
Thank goodness, because ain’t nobody feelin’ like celebrating winter these days.
Today, we prepared samples of our snack-craft.
Since Peeper was kept talking about making Obama, “I can use chocolate chips for his hair, but I don’t know how to make his brown skin,” I pulled out one of those peanut butter / chocolate iced peanut butter cookies for him.
I think we’ll stick to Abe and George for the party, though. I figure there’s no controversy there.