I’ve been busy

I can’t believe we are on the backside of summer…I know most of my friends down south are getting ready to send their kiddos back to school, but we still have another months and a half.  Thank God b/c I feel like we have done NOTHING all summer, nothing significant.  But that actually isn’t true.

You saw the post about Avery’s birthday…and since then we had Safety Town, Vacation Bible School and various playdates.

We also had:

A 4th of July trip to the beach…


And a FIRST Birthday (the BIG party is Saturday so look for a full on b-day post sometime around Christmas….)

And a little cruising around….

(Yes – he’s wearing a seatbelt and Yes – he came through this adventure unscathed.)

What do you mean it’s a fake?

Many moons ago I traveled to the Big Apple with some of my friends from college.

One of the girls on the trip attended FIT and knew all of the ins and outs of city with regard to fashion.  I am not really into labels per se, but I pride myself on having a large stack of fashison mags on my bedside table and I am, generally, well put together (THANK GOD you don’t all have a webcam staring at me.  You’d call me a BIG.FAT.LIAR).  My clothes might not be from Saks but I do have the ability to match and accessorize.

Anyways…back to NYC.  On day 2, said friend insisted we travel to Chinatown for purses.  Ok.  Sounds like fun.  Who doesn’t love a fab purse, right?

And there we were, a subway ride later, in the midst of Gucci.  Louis Vuitton (damn, do I admit I had to look up how to spell Vuitton?).  Coach.  I was in heaven.   Scanning the purses I finally found it.  THE ONE.    Bright shiny black vinyl leather.  Red lining.  Kate Spade logo proudly adorning the front.  And it was only $40.  I forked over my money and skipped with glee from the store, so pleased.  (Naive me didn’t realize making bags with the logo on it was illegal.  Please don’t throw me in the slammer…)

Fast forward  couple weeks later.  I had left the Big Apple and returned to the Big LE (that’d be Little Elm, TX – don’t look for it on a map, you won’t find it).  I was meeting with a vendor friend for lunch at California Pizza Kitchen.  We were reviewing some print samples so I pulled my eyeglass case from my Kate Spade.  Huh.  Turning it over and over.  That’s strange.  Why is my gray case red?  Surely not from the inside of my pricey designer bag.  Oh well.  Whatever…

Flashing forward once again, lunch with the same vendor about a month later.  (We both had a thing for California Pizza Kitchen)  Still shamelessly displaying my designer purse.  Walking out of lunch…he stops me and points out that I have a sticker on my back.  Huh?  Where did that come from?  After stretching and reaching and *almost* dislocating my shoulder, I reach the sticker.   Shocked and Mortified and almost as red as the lining of my purse I returned the sticky Kate Spade label to the front of my purse.  Let’s just pretend that didn’t happen.  Ok?   My vendor friend, laughing and snorting at my expense feeling pity for me in my embarrassing situation, pats me on the shoulder, looks at me with all earnestness, takes the handbag from my clutches and holds it up to the light, inspecting it.

“Yep, it is a GEN.U.INE piece of merchandise…manufactured exclusively for Kate Spode.  It says so right here on the label (pointing to the sticker I just placed back on my bag)…S.P.O.D.E. “

I’m not that dense…I knew the label read Spade (and you know damn well I checked it again – when my friend wasn’t looking).  And the purse was lovingly referred to thereafter as The Kate Spode Bag. It wasn’t that long ago that it was surrendered to a church rummage sale.  I can’t help but wonder if fortunate person, digging through the piles of $.50 stuff, came across this lovely bag and thought they hit the jackpot.  Who wouldn’t want A Kate Spade?  Hoepfully the person will heed the warning I left inside the purse…and use the Product Protectant I left inside…a bottle of Super Glue.

Short Term Memory

I think kids have selective short term memory loss.   And that their brains are reset as they sleep…sometimes.

Avery can recall the color shirt she wore to a friend’s house 3 years ago.  And what she did on that day, who she played with and what toys.   But every morning she wakes up, forgetting that the previous evening I was the *worst mommy in the world* because I had the nerve to:

1) only let her watch one show before bed

2) insist she brush her teeth – all of them – with toothpaste

3) not let her stay up super late

4)  not allow 82 snacks and drinks immediately before bed

Each night, we go through the same routine.  Yelling, arguing (mommy), kicking and crying (Avery) .  You are the worst mommy-ing.

And each morning, she wakes with a smile and a kiss and a hug.  And my best girl is back.

Same goes for Carson.  Even though he doesn’t speak – I can see it in his eyes.   Nighttime, nap time…

“DON’T MAKE ME GO TO SLEEP MOMMY!”  And he cries.  And gets mad.  Throws toys.

But eventually he falls asleep.  And wakes up – smiling and so happy to see Mama.

Knowing this is the case, it makes me feel a little bit better about doling out a little sternness at bedtime.

Knowing that I am NOT the worst mommy in the world.  And that I am NOT currently ruining their lives.  I’m saving that for their teen years.

They came, they saw, they bounced

As you will remember from my last post, Avery turned 5 the other day…ok, it was almost a month ago.  So sue me.

She is taking notes from her mother (that’s me) in learning at an early age that it’s A-OK to stretch your birthday celebration for AS.LONG.AS.YOU.CAN.  When I was younger I used to not tell people it was my birthday and then be extremely upset when every person I encountered on my birthday didn’t SHOUT their wishes from the highest mountain top.  Now, in my age-old wisdom, I start alerting people early.  I feel that 8 weeks is reasonably acceptable for a casual acquaintance who might not have my DOB on their calendar, underlined and highlighted.  For close friends, I tend to lean closer to 3 weeks…but I digress.  This post isn’t about me…it’s about Avery.

So Friday (her actual birthday) was an all day celebration.  Big present from Mom and Dad.  Breakfast out.  Playdate.  Cupcakes at the park with friends.  Dinner out.  Presents.

So let’s recap:

On Saturday we had her party.  14 preschoolers + hot dogs and capri suns + a bouncy house + a pinata = two very worn out parents.

It was quite the excitement having all of her friends over to play. Last year I planned the party of the century.  Princess themed with activities galore.  And galore.  And a bouncy house.  What did all of the kids do?  Bounce.  So I wised up.  This year – it was strictly bouncing – with a candy-filled pinata thrown in for good measure.  (We reserve the jello-shot pinata for the adult parties. Go ahead.  Click the link for a great adult party idea – or a good laugh.  It’s your choice.)

Yes, all of the kids sat still for the meal and the picture.

Yes, Avery did strike the final blow on the pinata.  Although Sam did decapitate it, we learned a very valuable lesson from his party last year.  ALWAYS.  I repeat ALWAYS let the honoree take it down.  So with the head cast aside, we strung that unicorn back up in the tree and let her have another go at it.  SUCCESS!

And finally, there was the slip n slide.  Even Carson played with that.

The evening ended with a little friendly brother/sister moment on the front lawn.

It was a huge success.