(cue U2, thanks...)
We had the great, chaotic pleasure this morning of attending a puppet show at our local library with the Bartle boys (Gavin was there too, although he didn't participate in the more athletic fountain festivities). The kids had a spectacular time - I'm sure it was a nice change of weather for Zach and Tyler (the Northwest is getting quite a bit of snow dumped this week as I understand it)!
We also went to lunch at Mickey D's afterward, and I'm happy to report that Devlin has overcome a previous Very Traumatic Experience at a McDonald's playground a couple of years ago. It was pretty harrowing, and involved him getting lost deep in the bowels of the tunnel, lots of shrieking, crying, and general carrying on, and me crawling through a play structure designed for people no more than half my size and who evidently view extreme static electricity as all part of the fun. Good times. Anyway, we had a much better time today, and even Misses Eve and Chloe were able to navigate the playground without incident.
And some of you have already heard this last story today, but you might as well cozy up for another round or feel free to skip to the next paragraph, because I don't quite have it out of my system and besides, I just think it's funny enough to tell it again!
Anyone who's spent much time around me the last few months has heard me ruminating on Devlin's school situation. He's a couple of weeks too young for the kindergarten deadline this year, but I had secured an exemption to register him anyway if I felt it would be best for him. After a great deal of Lana Dalton Honorary Handwringing (love you Mom!), I decided to enroll him in a program at the local public school for kids like Devlin who aren't quite old enough for kindergarten. The curriculum is exactly the same as kindy, and at the end of the year he'll be evaluated and he can either move up to first grade or repeat "real" kindergarten without having the stigma of being "held back". And it's free, did I mention that?
So, a couple of weeks ago I found out about this program and was informed in all seriousness that registration was likely to fill up very quickly, and while the process officially began at 8 am I would be wise to get there by 7 at the latest if I wanted a chance of getting in. Well, I'm what you might call a Parent Who Wants The Best For Her Children and I wanted more than a chance of getting in. I wanted to definitely get in. I asked the administrator what was the earliest she had had parents show up to this thing.
"Well, I've definitely seem people start driving by around midnight".
This should have been a red flag, because how would she even know? Does she sleep at the office? But I didn't catch it, and like the sucker I am I believed her and resolved to be there as early as I thought necessary to be sure to get Devlin a spot in this program. So I roll up to the door this morning in my warmest pajamas a little before 5:30 am (I though that would be a nice middle ground - I could leave my sleeping bag at home, but I should be in time to get a spot, right? I've camped out for admission to a lot of events in my time, but I kind of feel like I'm getting too old for it. Besides, kindergarten registration just isn't very glamorous any way you slice it.)
Not a soul was there. Not so much as a security guard.
So, I figured I had time to run by Einstein Brothers - a little treat for myself on account of dragging my selfless butt out into the cold, cold early morning. Got a bagel and some hot chocolate, and returned to the parking lot before 6 am.
Still no one. Hmmm. Am I even in the right place? Maybe registration is at the district office or something? But how will I found out? No one's at work yet because, you know, it's 5:30 am. Crap!
So I sat and ate my bagel, read a few chapters in my book, took a little nap, and a little before 7 am 2 other cars pulled in. Their occupants didn't look too scary (no scarier than I did!) so I mustered the courage to ask if they were there for Young Kindergarten registration too. They were, and a few minutes later the boss lady showed up. Remember, the one who had told me to be there at the crack of the crack? That one. She did very kindly let us in so I didn't have to sit on the freezing pavement for another hour and allowed us to fill out the paperwork inside.
To condense the rest of it, there was a little kerfuffle regarding Dev's immunization status (he's current, but the state-issued record hadn't been updated for awhile - apparently I'm the only mother she'd ever met who occasionally forgot to bring the card to the ped so they could sign it) and after asking very nicely, begging, pleading, threatening to exercise my legal right to sign a philosophical exemption waiver, and finally spending 30 minutes on hold at Palo Verde Pediatrics (ever tried to call your kid's doc first thing on a Monday morning? I don't recommend it) I got his records faxed over and all is well. I think I'm not the registrar's New Favorite Person, but what's done is done and after all, it was kind of her fault I was exhausted and starving by that point!
Anyway, Devlin will be sharing a classroom with 4 or 5 other kids from our ward and he's already counting the days until it's time for "big boy school". I for one am just glad to have it over and done with! I'll have to find something else to obsess about - but I'm just the girl for the job, right?
Well, it's been raining all day so I had to take these pictures on our (tiny!) front doorstep, but my kids looked too cute today not to document it. Sunday means church, and church means you gotta dress them up cute so you don't kill 'em before the closing hymn. Here's my best attempt:
I told them to sit down on the stoop to even things up because Dev is so much taller, and they both just leaned forward simultaneously and got this Evil Grin thing working. I think they might be plotting something!
Just so's you all know, I've got myself another blog so I have to split my time now.
That isn't why I haven't been posting here, though - I've just been lazy, and I don't care who knows it! I've chosen to spend my free time this weekly mainly surfing the internets and eating clementines by the handful (just in case you were wondering what I do with myself when I'm not entertaining all of you via this fine publication).
All my babies are better (and so am I) since some of you have been asking. I'll try to be back soon with a cute picture or something since I know you've got a short attention span.
Just thought you might like to know the surprise favorite Christmas gift of 2007 has turned out to be these towels. Who would have guessed? The kids can't wait to get out of the bath, and the prospect of her piggy towel is enough to coax Eve into remaining on the bath mat long enough to dry her off. Amazing! I don't miss the soggy footprints down my hallway one bit.
Poor Dev has been lying on the couch like death on a stick since Sunday. Maybe you can see the shadows under his eyes there in the photo? I took him to the doctor this morning, and he doesn't have pneumonia - yet - or strep (although I'm pretty sure our pediatrician is now missing at least one of his man parts due to a swift kick from a certain 4-year-old not too keen on a throat culture. Eh, I'm pretty sure he was done procreating, anyway. )
He did manage to eat a little something for dinner tonight (his first meal of any kind in almost 2 days!) so he was feeling quite refreshed. There are not many sounds I like more than him and Eve chasing each other back and forth through our bowling alley of a house, squealing and laughing, after dinner. Music to my ears!
I told you I'd be back, and I won't leave you hanging. If there's anyone even still checking my blog, here's the moment you've been waiting so eagerly for: pictures from Santa Barbara!
There was a swing in the front yard of our Montecito home. The kids didn't like it much though, as you can see here.
In other news,the Pacific Ocean is cold. REALLY cold, even in the summer. Colder yet in January. But every year Devlin begs to go to the beach, and we are suckers for his pouty lip and long eyelashes, so we take him. Eve actually enjoyed the water more this year - she seems not to have developed a self-preservation instinct yet, as evidenced by this behavior and a number of others as well (standing/tap dancing on chairs and tables, destroying Devlin's sand castle, gleefully provoking her lamentably short-tempered mother)...
All in all, it was lovely. Christmas bounty provided the kids ample entertainment for the drive there, the drive home, and any downtime in between. I finished a new book, The Kite Runner, in time to see the movie in a theater (because I'm a snob, it's true - I have to read the book first) and we made it home in 7 hours (this is 2 hours short of the usual time with kids - David apparently mistook my loaded-to-the-max Toaster for a Formula One championship race car).
Don't go too far, now - I'm not planning to make 2 posts a month my new norm.
Happy New Year, everyone!