Alive... Somehow
Jul. 27th, 2009 11:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouseI don't quite know how I survived this weekend, but I did.
Hey and only a few minor head injuries at Mason's birthday party on Sunday, so I count that as a success. Actually, it was great fun. The kids rolled with the "Halloween in July" birthday party theme and all showed up in costume (and swim suits), ready to splash and play and generally tear up the backyard. We had a cauldron full of juice boxes, a scary scarecrow in the garden, cobwebs over everything, and other spook-tacular events including "ghost, ghost, witch" (instead of "duck, duck, goose/gray duck") We got a really beautifully done cake from Wuollets bakery in Saint Paul -- you could tell the cake artist was really up for the challenge of making a spooky cake in July. S/he had ghosts and witches and all sorts of clever bits. We took lots of pictures of the cake, actually. And the party. Maybe if I can figure out our new camers's interface, I'll even post a few.
The head injuries came from this wicked, metal monkey bar set that we got, actually, from fellow writer Kelly McCullough. It's one of those rusty, long-ago-phased-out-for-saftey-issues monkey bar/swing sets and, predictably, at least three, possibly four, kids whacked themselves on the hard metal bar while twirling and swinging (despite having seen someone do the same thing five minutes earlier.) The monkey bar/swing set is perfectly safe for one kid (ours), but add nine others? It's kind of miraculous there were no trips to the Emergency Room, really.
Mason's birthday, officially, was Friday. Grandma and Grandpa (my folks) came up from LaCrosse to spend the night and much of Saturday. Mason got the Millineum Falcon LEGO set, and I have to say: "AWESOME." It's huge. It's impressive. It's going to take us sixteen years to assemble.
Mason really wanted to go swimming in grandma and grandpa's hotel pool, so off we went. We got Red Savoy's pizza delivered (have you had? It's classic, greasy, heavy, American pizza. Probably the best in the Twin Cities by pound,) and spent much of the night playing piggy in the middle in the pool with a beach ball.
Saturday was off to Como Town early (which turns out to have been the best: no rain and minor crowds). Como Town is an amusement park with rides of all sorts loosely attached to the local zoo. G & G bought Mason an all-day wrist band and some tickets for grandpa, the BRAVE, who went on all sort of noo-way-would-I-do-that rides with Mason. Until finally the twirlling tea kettle did in grandpa's stomach somewhere after a foot long or two and a full three hours of rides and excitement. Then, after saying good-bye to them, we headed over to some friends' house in Powderhorn Park neighborhood for a fabulous grilled chicken dinner and fantastic company. I'd actually forgotten I'd made plans with them, but when they called to check in, I thought, "Why not? It's a meal I won't have to cook." Mason just had to go check out the park, so we did along with one of their dogs, Blue, with whom Mason and I exuberantly played: "Who's got the stick? Where's the stick?!"
Mason started to get overly tired on Saturday night, which he, conversely, reacts to by wanting to stay up later and later. There was a tearful, "Seven hours? That's not nearly time enough for reading!!!" when we told him that it was time for bed now, but if he got up at eight he'd have all that time for reading tomorrow. I'm sure none of YOU can relate.
Sunday, see above, plus napping by the parental units before the party (and Mason sitting out a turn of hide-and-seek in garage, I suspect, not because he was being so clever to hide there, but because he just wanted a little down time himself.) Dear, dear friends and parents of the only girl to come to Mason's party, actually stopped by Amore Coffee and asked for "Lyda's drink" and brought me much, much needed caffeine before the festivities began in earnest. Bless their thoughtful hearts!
I'd been hoping this morning would be a return to calm routine, but, alas, as I was half-way to mama's work, I looked back and there was Mason without his glasses on. I spent most of the morning searching for them (they'd fallen into a pile of, what else? Books!) and then taking them back to school (one more week for him) to his teacher. Now, I'm off to pick up Shawn so we can finally donate our other car to a charity...
...Oh and I haven't even listed all the other things I need to get done today.
Is it over yet?
Hey and only a few minor head injuries at Mason's birthday party on Sunday, so I count that as a success. Actually, it was great fun. The kids rolled with the "Halloween in July" birthday party theme and all showed up in costume (and swim suits), ready to splash and play and generally tear up the backyard. We had a cauldron full of juice boxes, a scary scarecrow in the garden, cobwebs over everything, and other spook-tacular events including "ghost, ghost, witch" (instead of "duck, duck, goose/gray duck") We got a really beautifully done cake from Wuollets bakery in Saint Paul -- you could tell the cake artist was really up for the challenge of making a spooky cake in July. S/he had ghosts and witches and all sorts of clever bits. We took lots of pictures of the cake, actually. And the party. Maybe if I can figure out our new camers's interface, I'll even post a few.
The head injuries came from this wicked, metal monkey bar set that we got, actually, from fellow writer Kelly McCullough. It's one of those rusty, long-ago-phased-out-for-saftey-issues monkey bar/swing sets and, predictably, at least three, possibly four, kids whacked themselves on the hard metal bar while twirling and swinging (despite having seen someone do the same thing five minutes earlier.) The monkey bar/swing set is perfectly safe for one kid (ours), but add nine others? It's kind of miraculous there were no trips to the Emergency Room, really.
Mason's birthday, officially, was Friday. Grandma and Grandpa (my folks) came up from LaCrosse to spend the night and much of Saturday. Mason got the Millineum Falcon LEGO set, and I have to say: "AWESOME." It's huge. It's impressive. It's going to take us sixteen years to assemble.
Mason really wanted to go swimming in grandma and grandpa's hotel pool, so off we went. We got Red Savoy's pizza delivered (have you had? It's classic, greasy, heavy, American pizza. Probably the best in the Twin Cities by pound,) and spent much of the night playing piggy in the middle in the pool with a beach ball.
Saturday was off to Como Town early (which turns out to have been the best: no rain and minor crowds). Como Town is an amusement park with rides of all sorts loosely attached to the local zoo. G & G bought Mason an all-day wrist band and some tickets for grandpa, the BRAVE, who went on all sort of noo-way-would-I-do-that rides with Mason. Until finally the twirlling tea kettle did in grandpa's stomach somewhere after a foot long or two and a full three hours of rides and excitement. Then, after saying good-bye to them, we headed over to some friends' house in Powderhorn Park neighborhood for a fabulous grilled chicken dinner and fantastic company. I'd actually forgotten I'd made plans with them, but when they called to check in, I thought, "Why not? It's a meal I won't have to cook." Mason just had to go check out the park, so we did along with one of their dogs, Blue, with whom Mason and I exuberantly played: "Who's got the stick? Where's the stick?!"
Mason started to get overly tired on Saturday night, which he, conversely, reacts to by wanting to stay up later and later. There was a tearful, "Seven hours? That's not nearly time enough for reading!!!" when we told him that it was time for bed now, but if he got up at eight he'd have all that time for reading tomorrow. I'm sure none of YOU can relate.
Sunday, see above, plus napping by the parental units before the party (and Mason sitting out a turn of hide-and-seek in garage, I suspect, not because he was being so clever to hide there, but because he just wanted a little down time himself.) Dear, dear friends and parents of the only girl to come to Mason's party, actually stopped by Amore Coffee and asked for "Lyda's drink" and brought me much, much needed caffeine before the festivities began in earnest. Bless their thoughtful hearts!
I'd been hoping this morning would be a return to calm routine, but, alas, as I was half-way to mama's work, I looked back and there was Mason without his glasses on. I spent most of the morning searching for them (they'd fallen into a pile of, what else? Books!) and then taking them back to school (one more week for him) to his teacher. Now, I'm off to pick up Shawn so we can finally donate our other car to a charity...
...Oh and I haven't even listed all the other things I need to get done today.
Is it over yet?