When I came home from work today, I walked in the house and found. . . .
Shrike tells me that she put this ensemble together all by herself.
We were supposed to be hosting a MOMS Club Mardi Gras party this afternoon, then tomorrow, then back to today, then finally it was just rescheduled for later in the week, not at our house.
After Shrike and I had already white-tornadoed the house “for nothing.” Good to know we can get it from disaster to fairly acceptable in under two hours, though.
We needed some alternate activities to make Peeper happy, since she was bummed about not having friends over (Oh, and she’s home for a snow delay day. Again.) so we put together some paper dolls that Shrike printed out these paper dolls a while back. It was a lot harder than it looks.
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 had a dental checkup today, and Dr. C says that everything looks great!
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.