Peeper taking pictures with Shrike’s camera. She was just trying to get it to take a photo of something while she was peeing. She said, “At least it’s not taking a selfie of me going to the bathroom!”
We were eating leftover cheatin’ chicken & dumplings for lunch, and Shrike asked if she could take some for lunch. I said, “please do – I’ve already had it a couple of times.”
Peeper suggested that, “We could donated it!”
We explained that the shelter really needs more than a couple of servings of leftovers, but maybe some time, we’ll make a pan of something just for them.
Peeper’s been bugging me to make brownies for more than a week now. We decided to skip the farmers market today because of rain, and we’re missing our falafel and the brownie that she always gets for “breakfast” while we’re there, so I caved on the brownie baking, then we had the following conversation:
Me: Do you think that you, Mommy and I need a whole pan of brownies just for ourselves?”
Peeper: No (there might have been a ? at the end of that)
Me: Maybe we should share them. Who could we share them with?
(I was thinking maybe we’d send some to work with Shrike or ask her to drop some off to her Pappy on her way.)
Peeper: I know! We can donate them to somebody who doesn’t have enough food to eat!
So, I made a quick phone call to confirm that it was okay, we baked a double recipe, took out a few for ourselves, and packed up the rest to take to the homeless shelter.
While they were cooling, I posted about it on Facebook, to brag on my super-kind kid, and a friend commented that “So cool!! I didn’t know you could do that. I have a huge pan of cookie dough brownies to share if you want to swing by on your way!”
So, we took them an almost-double recipe of chocolate brownies with fudge icing, a big pan of cookie dough brownies, and almost five pounds of tomatoes from our garden.
But, let me tell you a bit about the friend who added the cookie dough brownies. She’s just the nicest person, has four kids, from second grade to four months, and in a couple of days she’ll have her next-to-last treatment of chemotherapy, for the breast cancer that was diagnosed while she was pregnant. She had a mastectomy at 30 weeks pregnant, was induced at 37 weeks, in order to start chemo sooner, delivered vaginally, then hemorrhaged and had an emergency hysterectomy. But, you know, no big deal, just baking some brownies and donating them to the homeless shelter.
It’s pretty hard to complain about much in my life, when I see things like that happening to people like her.
While playing in the hose and mud, Peeper asked me, “Mama, since you teach [tutor] phys-ology, do you know why my fingers get wrinkly in the water?
Why, yes, honey. Actually, I do.
I just have to brag on my MOMS Club gals. Even though we’re down to about fifteen members (we “sistered” a new club from part of our territory, and had several members non-renew because their kids are in school and they are working full time – I digress) thanks to their generosity, I dropped of two boxes of school supplies to the local women’s shelter today, including:
41 spiral notebooks
3 plastic folders
750 sheets notebook paper (5 packs)
900 index cards (9 packs)
72 pencils (9 boxes)
18 black pens, 13 colored pens (5 packs)
30 markers (3 boxes)
2 bottles glue
6 glue sticks
1 pencil sharpener
4 small spiral notebooks
3 pencil boxes
96 crayons (4 boxes)
6 pocket-size packs of tissues
54 pencil erasers (4 packs)
12 colored pencils
1 ream printer paper
My hair has gotten pretty long lately, considering that a couple of years ago, it was literally shaved. That’s cool, but lately I’ve been wanting to do something with it, I’m just not sure what. The past two or three haircut appointments have started with me whining around and asking for advice for about five minutes, then saying, “Oh, just trim it, and I’ll decide next time.”
Well, today, on the way to the salon, I thought, “Fuck it, I’ll do something,” and after some discussion about my pretty specific hair-style requirements – low-maintenance, not in my face, not too old-ladyish, but age appropriate (we’re walking a fine line there), etc – we decided to take off some length, made it a little more layer-y and I don’t know, something about the sides at the bottom? but left it long enough on top to pull back in a barrette. I’m supposed to think about it, and live with it for a bit and decide if I want to take off more.
I think I do, because while I like the length, and I like it pulled back (although it’s a tiny bit too short to stay securely), when it’s down (and I’ve not just had it blow-dried and styled by a professional, as you see here), the top is kind of flat and weird because the bottom part is layered and it’s not. So, I think I’m going to go back next week, and have her cut layers into the top part, too. I won’t be able to pull it back in a barrette, but I won’t need to. I may actually look at some photos so I can give her an idea what I’ve got in mind. Or, more accurately, so I can get something in mind.
In the meantime, here’s what we’ve got so far.
Oh, and Peeper got a trim and a fancy braid.
Driving home today, Peeper was complaining about a red light.
I pulled the old “What do you want me to do? Drive over these cars?” line and she said yes. I told her I couldn’t do that because it was unsafe.
She said, “Well, I’m in a carseat.”
We were playing Three Little Pigs earlier today, and Peeper was the Big Bad Wolf. After “burning her booty” in the fireplace of the brick house, she came back again and snuck in. Shrike thought to offer the wolf so soup, so we did. Wolfie sat down at the pigs’ table for vegetarian soup, salad and bread.
Then, the wolf said, “I brought along some . . . um . . chicken!”
“Chicken?” asked the pigs.
“Yes. On my way here, I saw some chickens, and since the chicken coop was made of sticks, I thought ‘Why not blow it down?!'”
Today was Kid Vendor Day at the Farmers Market, and Peeper had a booth, selling watercolor postcards to raise money for the local animal shelter.
She wore out after a while, and I had to take over the customer relations, but for the first hour or so, she got strangers’ attention as they walked past her Kid Vendor table, asking, “Excuse me, would you like to buy a picture to help the animals?” and for a while there, she was doing the “barker” thing, shouting “Buy a picture! Help the animals!” She came up with that one on her own.
The card were 50 cents each, half of which went to the animals and half to Peeper.
People could also donate to “Vote For Your Favorite Pet” – Dogs vs Cats vs Other
After a some additional donations from family (AuntieKay, the Anonygrandparents, a little bit from us, and Peeper added what was in her “share” jar. Shrike’s parents bought some at the market) the total came to:
Postcard Sales: $24 ($12 for the animals and $12 for Peeper)
Favorite Pet Votes
Peeper’s allowance “share” jar: $1.25
And a smidge of round-up from Mama & Mommy: $1.07
TOTAL DONATION: $75.00