It has been an action-packed few days around these parts, friends. I always forget that the autumn trade-off for not having 105-degree days is that people are going to start expecting me to leave the house kind of a lot. Like twice in one day sometimes. Madness, I know, but I will do basically anything in exchange for jacket weather (read: below 82). So here we go! First up, superhero birthday party.
The best thing about this party was the cape, as it gave Anna a chance to embody the various types of superhero to see which one was right for her. That seems like a pretty important milestone. Actually, I should probably let Ivy do some cape experimentation today in preparation for her checkup tomorrow, just in case that question makes the survey ("Ivy has shown interest in a Stan Lee model. Excelsior!") Let's see what Anna went with:
|Distant and brooding?|
|Ah, looks like she landed on "twirly." Very good.|
Next event: preschool Fall Festival. Nice weather, well-organized, tons of fun activities for the kids. Pumpkin decorating, mask-making, petting zoo, dress-up picture station--basically everything normal children would need to stay entertained.
More importantly, the potluck game at this thing was intense.
|Homemade tamale, anyone? Turkish chickpeas? The other plate (not pictured) is entirely devoted to various quinoa salads.|
My contribution? Oh. I, uh, put tomatoes on top of puff pastry.
|And yes it IS appropriate to bring an "End of Summer" dish to a November event, thank you.|
Hey, I know what the people want.
|(Things that taste like pizza.)|
Last and most importantly, my squishy little harbinger of milkshakes turned TWO yesterday. We had to cancel our semi-grand plans for a birthday outing due to rain, but no matter. Turns out if you show up at the toy store one minute after they open on a wet Monday morning, you pretty much have the run of the place. I highly recommend it.
|ALL THE MARBLES WILL BE YOURS.|
|ALSO ALL THE SEAFOOD IF YOU CAN JUST...REACH...|
Of course, the downside of a mostly empty store is being a little extra creeped out by whatever is happening in this dollhouse display.
We ran her through her fun-paces until she basically collapsed.
|The Pink Chair of Surrender|
I was pleased to see that she wasn't too zombified to add an appropriate amount of butter to her dinner pancakes.
|That's my big girl.|
Anyway, time to go. We have work to do.