Welp. It’s certainly disappointing, the election results. I have no words, just lots of sadness and a need to understand what drives the American people.
On to the post I had drafted before election results came in…
Hallowe’en was so mild here this year. Some years it is so chilly and the kids have to bundle up and you can’t see their costume. Not this year. It sooooo warm. I had brought a light hoodie to wear myself and didn’t need it at all.
The kids’ costumes this year were certainly a mix of things. I love making Hallowe’en costumes, and helping the kids put them together. I selfishly get a little sad when the kids just want to buy one. This year’s costumes weren’t super fancy, but I think the kids were pretty imaginative.
The twelve year old went as a “water fairy”. Not sure what that meant, but it involved lots of fabric and a blue dress. I had taken her to the thrift store to find a dress that we could alter, and we found a iridescent blue dress that would be a nice base. The plan was to attach layers of shimmery fabric and tulle to the dress. We went to the fabric store and got fabric and then picked up some light up wings from Party City.
Well, when we got home, the twelve year old tried on the dress and it actually looked really good on her. And it was also knee length. Do you know how hard it is to find a skirt or dress for a tween that isn’t super short? Also- we discovered that the blue dress has pocket! Can it be more perfect???!?!? At that point I decided this dress was too useful to turn into a Hallowe’en costume and I wasn’t about to ruin it by sewing tulle and shimmery blue fabric onto it.
So instead of sewing the fabric to the dress, I sewed the tulle onto bias tape to tie around her waist. I sewed the blue shimmery fabric into a kind of skirt, and the twelve year old just wore the fabric as an overskirt. Add the light up wings and some glitter make-up and the look was complete.
The seven year old had originally planned to go as Darth Vadar again. But when he heard me talking to the 12 year old about her costume he decided that he needed a new costume too. Well this was two weeks ago and I had told him the window had closed on submitting requests to mom for a Hallowe’en costume so we had to make so with what he had. The Husband suggested that he wear his bomber jacket and go as Tom Cruise in Top Gun. (Note: I have never actually seen Top Gun myself.). I ordered him some aviator glasses – which he lost within 15 minutes of trick or treating. White t-shirt and jeans and a bit of hair spray and he was all set. I tried to get him to give me a toothy Tom Cruise grin, but he went for cool stoic Tom Cruise instead.
The five year old basically pulled a bunch of stuff out of her dress up bin, put it all on and declared herself a princess. She wore a Moana headband that I had made four years ago for the oldest, a Snow White dress, wings we bought at the Ren Faire, a tutu that a friend gave the 12 yrar old. And underneath it all, she is wearing a skirt made of the same blue shimmery fabric as her older sister. Fun fact, the seven year old sewed the pocket for the elastic on the blue shimmery skirt. Ever since he started taking sewing classes, he’s been wanting to make his sister a dress – I guess this is a first step.
Our neighborhood is pretty quiet for Halloween so we always go trick or treating with friends at their place. They have a fun neighborhood to trick or treat in. A lot of people actually sit out in their driveway and wait for the kids to come by, which is nice because you don’t have to play the “The place is dark, should I ring the door bell?” game. One house even had a crockpot with hot apple cider, with optional rum on the side for the parents. The decorations in the neighborhood are pretty fun and amazing. They have a neighborhood Hallowe’en decorating contest, and our friends actually won “Best night time” for their display.
Here are two of my favorites:
i thought this one had really effective lighting:
This one is a little sad now, but I really appreciate it:
This one was my favorite. I think it won “Scariest Display.” The whole yard will filled with dolls. Sooooo creepy.
We trick or treated from about 6:00pm til 8:30pm then went back to our friends’ house for chicken wings and candy counting, sorting and trading. It’s really nice that our kids are of an age when they can hang out by themselves and the grown ups can talk.
I’m glad I didn’t have to work on Hallowe’en this year. Some nights we have tech over Hallowe’en. I wonder when the 12 year old will stop going trick or treating? She loves going, and I figure at the very least she can still go with her little brother and sister, so she’ll have a good excuse to go even when she’s probably aged out a little. Though I don’t know if she’ll get as much candy then.
What was your favorite Hallowe’en costume growing up? (If you did Hallowe’en). What age did you stop going trick or treating?
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Half way through tech week! I had this idea that I would go one of those “Photo every hour” posts that Engie or Stephany do periodically- I thought it might be a a good way to capture a day of tech for me to look back on. Hah hah. Once we got into the evening rehearsal, shit gets real and I couldn’t keep up. Friday, our first tech rehearsal onstage, was particularly busy – our Production Assistant was out sick, so I had to do their job and my job. I logged 25,000 steps and climbed 34 flights of stairs that day. Part of the reason for all those stairs is that our set is three levels high. Here’s the view from the top level:
(Side note – it’s been much debated on how to refer to the levels of the set. There is a ground level, a middle level and a top level. Now if, in rehearsal, someone says, “Go to the second level,” which level would you go to? I would go to the mid level, but many people would go to the top level. We eventually just ended up calling them “mid” and “top” level.)
But I did take some pictures throughout the day, so here is a dump of pictures of that first day of tech last week, in and around the “intense, running around, and checking attendance, and listening to instructions, and relaying instructions to cast and crew, and why is everyone talking all at once? and making sure people didn’t get run over by the scenery or props, and took their cues on time and oh my god, and, how do we get thirty people onstage through that three foot wide gap? and yes, you should wear the hat now and no, now you take it off, here, just give it to me, and are people going to make their costume changes in time for their next cue? No they aren’t, they’ve just missed their entrance, and where are the dancers? and we need to give them a break, and what is that rule in our union contract? and the director wants to do things a different way, okay we’ll make that work, and we want to add fire? and this singer is now dead, can they go home or will we go back and do their scene again? and oh my goodness, we managed to tech through the whole show, thank GOD” part of the day….
Thursday was a set looks (where stage management and the director looks at the set for the first time and decide that, “Yep, this is what we were expecting.” and we make all sorts of discoveries as to how people will get onstage.) and then a Stizprobe (first time singers are with orchestra – sit and sing).
Friday was the first Piano Tech rehearsal, the first time onstage staging rehearsal for everyone. This is what was in my camera roll for that day:
6:30am – wake up – summer morning sunlight and I make the bed.
7:35am – roll out my yoga mat for 10 mins of yoga. The 4 year old helps.
8:30am – breakfast, eaten at the kitchen counter, with a book. Cottage cheese and blueberries – I’m trying to eat high protein/ high fiber breakfasts and lean away from the heavy carb breakfasts. Which is hard because bagels are tasty.
8:45a – quick 5 minutes of laundry folding before taking the kids to the school bus. Those three small folded piles all I manage to fold in five minutes.
10:30am- At work. paperwork. Make rehearsal logs for the day. Usually our production assistant does this, but they are sick this day. That’s my favorite brand of mechanical pencil – and I found that they sell it with a red barrel. Red is my favorite colour, so I ordered a whole box of them.
12:30p – lunch, sitting outside. I’m going to spend much of the day running around in the dark – Gotta grab sunlight when I can.
1:15pm – checking attendance. The rehearsal scheduling department gives me a list of people who are running late to rehearsal.
2:30pm – An hour into the first piano tech rehearsal. My music stand.
4:30pm – random picture of how we want to set this giant 30′ silk onstage – I take pictures of a lot of things because sometimes it’s easier than trying to describe to the crew how we want things to look. Sometimes I say things like, “That guillotine needs to be centered this spot on stage.” And it still isn’t clear because everyone has their own perspective and they move the thing here and there and I try to explain and then finally it goes in the right place and the crew says,. “You mean the upstage edge needs to split center?”. And I say, “Yes, thank you,” And I think to myself, “It probably would have been clearer if I had said it that way. Thank you for figuring that out.”
6:00pm – Run at dinner time. The weather was beautiful.
7:00pm – Quick picture in the bathroom of my piano tech outfit. I always wear the same thing – floral patterned top (Uniqlo) and linen joggers (Gap – patched in two places and maybe need to be replaced soon.). I like to wear bright colours during tech so I can be seen onstage. I do wear shoes, but I had just changed out of my running clothes and hadn’t put them on yet.
9:30pm – one hour left in the evening rehearsal, back at my music stand for a moment. These blue index cards are where I write who is making an entrance. If it’s just a handful of people, I will write it directly on a Post It, but when there are 30+, I write it on an index card and put it in my binder. I often only write first initial and last two letters of last name. ie. John Smith would be JSm. I had an assistant director once who called these the “airport codes” for each chorister. It’s a good feeling for me that I’ve been with these choristers so long that when I’m writing down the mass chorus group, writing their airport code takes no mental effort at all.
11:33pm – screenshot. Sometimes when I’m leaving and I realized I’ve I forgotten to log out of my timesheet, I take a screenshot of my phone so I remember what time I walked out the door. I get a lot of spam in my email.
12:10am – arrive home. I find that the lunchboxes I ordered for the kids have arrived. Yay! In the past week, one child has cracked their lunchbox and the other has lost theirs (I don’t want to be the one to open that lost lunch box when it is recovered…). I do have one extra for each child, but I like having a few spares for those times when the lunchbox doesn’t get cleaned the night before. I love these Sistema lunchboxes because they are relatively inexpensive and they can go in the dishwasher. And they are durable. We’ve had ours for about four years now. I was going to buy just one spare, but amazon also sold them in a four pack for about $12/each, so I went that route. They are getting harder to find, so I worry what will happen when Sistema stops making this size. Maybe I should order another 4 pack…
And that was a photo summary of Day 1 of tech. Day 2 of tech was Saturday, and I didn’t have to be at the theatre until 1pm, so I did a load of laundry (and hung it to dry), took the 7 year old to his morning soccer – the game was on despite the drizzly drizzly weather, and then dropped the 12 year old to her voice lesson on the way to work. On the days when I don’t have to be in until 1pm, I feel like the morning should be luxurious, but then it fills ups, especially on weekends. I spent the first part of the day at work light walking – basically we stand onstage while the lighting designer sets light levels – which is kind of tedious, but can be beautiful:
The evening was a piano dress rehearsal, first time in costume. It’s always a very long night, but we got through the whole show, which is always good.
Here is a random spot of beauty on asphalt, to break up all the work goings on, as seen on my run:
Doing Something You Love. I had a text exchange with a colleague last week. She was asking me about someone that had worked with me as a Production Assistant previously. (Side note: This really happens. Not sure how it is in other industries, but word of mouth is huge. It doesn’t matter who you list as a reference – if I know you’ve worked with someone I know, I will often have a casual conversation about you.). This former Production Assistant wanted to move on from stage management, and I replied to my colleague, “I think I knew she wanted to do something different. I’m always surprised when people don’t want to be stage managers because I genuinely like what I do a lot.” And my colleague wrote back – “Me either… I love what I do.”
Then I heard this interview with filmmaker Caitlin Cronenberg, who is the daughter of a famous filmmaker. And Cronenberg was asked about her feelings on nepotism, and she said, “You know, there are children of people doing things, and it’s because you look at your family member making art for a living and enjoying what they do. And you say, I want to love what I do. I want to make art for a living. And that’s why so many actors, so many directors and producers have children who are also in the business.
And it made me think how the 12 year old used to say that she wanted to be a stage manager, and I always thought that it was because she thought the work was interesting. But maybe, that isn’t it. Maybe she realizes that finding something you love to do – whether that is your job, or something outside of your job – that is important. And maybe she thinks, “Hey, there’s this thing that mom really loves doing… maybe I would love doing that too.” It made me think about how much my children pick up on the attitude/emotions/moods that I exude and how important it is to model that intangible quality – we all want our children to be happy, so they also need to have models of how to be happy. I hope that the 12 year old finds something that she loves doing. She doesn’t have to love it 100% of the time – I certainly don’t love my job 100% of the time; I most certainly don’t love parenting or painting or writing 100% of the time – but she has to love enough aspects of that thing that she finds periodic joy in doing it – not the results, not the end product, but in the doing.
Grateful For: -The sanitation workers who pick up our trash and recycling. The other day, I came home after dropping the kids at school and the recycling trucks were making their routes. They just finished our house, and then I saw them take my elderly neighbor’s trash and recycling cans back up her driveway for her. It was such a nice thing for them to do! The Husband, who used to work for the county’s solid waste department, says that if you have difficulties putting your trash cans at the bottom of your drive, you can have your house coded so that the sanitation workers come get your trash cans and put them back if you want – there are special colour trash bins for this. I love that. I guess taking trash cans down to the curb was one of those things I took for granted (the 12 year old does it at our house), and I’m glad that there are provisions for people for whom it is difficult.
-Child minders. There are 20 children in our show. I am so grateful for the child minders to when the children to and from stage and keep an eye on them when they are not onstage.
-my sewing machine. I spent Sunday finishing up the 12 year old’s costume for Annie. I had to hem the pinafore, so I plugged in my sewing machine that has been dormant for several months now, and it worked. My mother in law had passed this sewing machine down to me – I believe it belonged to her aunt. It isn’t fancy – pretty much just does a straight stitch – but I don’t need fancy for where I am in my sewing skills. I was able to hem the pinafore. Then I added a pocket with some scrap fabric, because I know when I work on shows we are always asking for pockets in costumes. Then I looked at everything together, and the muslin pinafore looked a little bright, so I tea dyed it. It was my first time tea dying something and the process was pretty easy. It’s hard to tell in the picture, but the pinafore is now a light brown color. Also – another skill I did for the first time, is I made a button hole! The top of the dress dipped a little low in the front, so I added a button and made a button hole. Oh – here’s another gratitude – I’m grateful for creators who post tutorials of how to do things on the internet.
Old faithful sewing machine. I say a prayer of thanks every time it manages to turn on and work. Look – it’s the beginning of a buttonhole!
before tea dying.After tea dying- she will not be wearing athletic socks. Also our house is a stye.
Looking forward to: -Opening Night for me!
-Opening Night for the 12 year old!
-Orchestra rehearsals. We start adding the Orchestra to our rehearsals this week. I often think how lucky I am that I get to listen to a full orchestra play all the time. The wall of sound, the colours of the different instruments, the bone vibrating sensation of six trumpets and six trombones playing backstage, right next to me. There is something so amazing about that degree of unamplified music -so immediate and so grand. I love it all.
-Watching Starstruck. I started the third season of this show while making lasagna last week. I loved the first two seasons of this rom com about Jessie, who unknowingly hooks up with a famous movie star Tom in Season 1 and the fall out from that. The show is hilarious and touching. I don’t usually like shows where people make a mess of their lives, but there is something I really relate to in Jessie.
What We Ate: Monday: Butter chicken – I used the leftover sauce from the Butter Chicken I made a few weeks ago, but I probably should have cooked it on the stove rather than in the Instant Pot because it was very runny.
Tuesday: Not sure – Husband cooked. I took myself out for Thai food because it was the day of the final room run and I wanted to eat something special.
Wednesday: Zucchini Pesto Lasagna from Smitten Kitchen Keepers. We had a bunch of zucchini to use up. And I figured this would be good for leftovers as well. It was tasty, but very cheesy. I find lasagna is always a lot of work, and I could have the same results by just making the sauce and veggies and tossing it with noodles rather than layering and baking in a tray.
Thursday: Not sure – Husband cooked, I think…. I packed dinner, see below…
Friday: Pizza (take out) and an Avengers movie. I packed dinned, see below…
Saturday: No idea.
Sunday: leftovers/scrounge in the fridge. My brain was so fried by this point, I can’t even remember if I made the kids dinner. Oh wait. yes I did. I boiled some pasta, tossed in broccoli during the last three minutes, drained and mixed in the leftover ricotta sauce from Wednesday’s lasagna, for a cheesy, broccoli pasta. (See – I did just what I said above – mixed the lasagna sauce with cooked pasta and veggies and it was just a tasty a much less work.
Since I don’t really have an idea of what the family had for dinner for most of last week, as I was away most nights last week, I thought I’d take a picture of a typical food pack that I bring to work on any given day during tech week when I usually eat both lunch and dinner at work. This was actually from Thursday, but then I ended up going out for lunch that day and didn’t eat most of this and so just re-packed it and took it on Friday:
Lunch: Broccoli Quinoa Salad, avocado, hard boiled egg, plum
Dinner: zucchini pesto lasagna, cut up veggies and apple slices
Snacks for throughout the day: another container of veggies and apple slices, hummus, roasted chickpeas, mini pretzels, string cheese, mixed nuts. (Also at the office we have peanut m&ms, peanut butter pretzels, chocolate caramels, and gummy Nerds.).
Aside from breakfast, this all gets me through the day.
That’s it for last week. It’s been exhausting, but I am excited about the show. Also excited to be opened and to pick up around the house a little bit.
What do you love doing? And taking a poll:Which level would you call the “second level”?
A couple years ago, our school district switched the first day of school from after Labor Day start to before Labor day, and I am not a fan. So much momentum and excitement to get back into a routine with kids back onto the school bus, and then it all gets derailed by the last long weekend of the summer. Labor Day weekend is supposed to feel like the last hurrah of summer, but instead it kind of feels like we can’t have too much fun because we are now in school and the routines must be kept. (not that we really did that…) The kids at the bus stop this morning were definitely very low energy. Though that might be the heat.
So last week – First day of school. This is the only picture I got of all the kids:
First Day of School!!!
The 11 year old was in a low level amount of panic and not wanting to take the picture because she wanted to get to school. I get that – she leaves the house at 7:30am, a time at which the other two kids are still in sleepy shinegans mode. This is her face saying, “Fine. We will take this stupid picture, but I don’t want to be late.” She hates being late. The Husband walked her to school that first day. In subsequent days, I’ve walked her to the main road and made sure she gets across safely. Once she’s across, the traffic through the neighborhood is slower and there are sidewalks and other kids that she can walk with. I’m not at all happy with the speed at which cars come down this main road, and with the lack of stopping for people in the crosswalk. The Husband says we can can request traffic monitoring from the County to see if there is anything else that can be done to encourage traffic slow down and stop for pedestrians. We live by the hospital, so I always tell myself that maybe there is a person in labor in that car and to try not to judge. But it still pisses me off. And I do judge. I don’t get Mama Bear about many things, but not stopping for people in a crosswalk is one of them.
The six year old started first grade. The bus has been a source of drama. The first day, another mom at pick up got a call that her kindergartener did not get on the bus and was still at school. She went off in a rage to pick her child up. I guess I’m just glad that the kid didn’t actually get on the wrong bus. That would have been more complicated. Every September, I think about how logistically challenging it must be to get all those kids dismissed to the right bus, or car, or parent, and I’m amazed that it gets done. One child out of 200 sitting at school seems kind of not bad.
The three year old started a new classroom as well – so new classes for everyone! I was a little surprised that they moved her – this would be her third classroom in less than a year. But she is a September birthday, so I guess it’s not a bad idea to move her to the pre-K class. We are contemplating trying to get her into kindergarten next year – one year ahead of schedule. Mainly because we are tired of paying for childcare, but also I think she could be ready. She has a lot of spunk and independence but also is really good at following directions and interacting with people. There is a testing process that we have to go through in order to try to get her into school early, so that’s one of my fall projects is to figure that out. I know she is almost 4, but in my mind she is still 3, and the thought of my baby going to kindergarten… I’m not sure I’m ready for that.
First Day of School Sweetfrog tradition.
Labor Day Weekend was jam packed. The Husband was out of town – he went to Minneapolis with some friends. I guess the Minnesota State Fair has always been on someone’s bucket list, and they decided to go. The Husband had lived in Minneapolis right out of college so I think he was happy to go back for a visit. Which is all to say, I had a three day weekend at home with the kids. I usually like to have a mix of “to do” activities and “for fun” activities on long weekends, but solo parenting, I decided to let the “to do” slide and we did a lot of “for fun” things. I think when I have the kids by myself, I try to spend as much time out of the house as possible. I know they aren’t at an age where they will let me just plow through a house project (see my last post on no flow in parenting….). I suppose if I just handed them screens they would leave me alone, but I didn’t really want to spend the whole weekend locked in screen battles which usually arise when they have too much screentime – so I tried to be a little purposeful about the screens.
Friday we had a chill evening at home. I had thought about going to the music concert at the golf course, but I didn’t want to schlep everyone down there. Plus I knew Saturday was going to be a big day, so I wanted to have a low key Friday night. We had dinner, cleaned up, and then I promised that they could watch something. They chose Superstore, so we watched two episodes of that, then we headed for bed. As they were getting into bed, though, I realized I hadn’t thought through what they were going to wear for our trip to the Renaissance Festival the next day, so we stayed up for another hour or so trying on bits and bobs and things to cobble out costumes.
I always think I don’t need to have the kids in garb for the Ren Faire, but then I always change my mind at the last minute. Dressing up is so much fu, why wouldn’t we want to do it? This is what we came up with. Not bad for thrown together at 10pm the night before.
The 3 year old is wearing: – a puffy white shirt that I pulled out of the Goodwill bag – it used to belong to the 11 year old, but she had outgrown it and it was a little more crop top than I originally thought so I wasn’t going to keep it as a hand me down. -a pink party dress that my friend handed down to us. I feel a little bit bad because it’s a really nice flower girl dress and it got pretty trashed at the Ren Faire. But… it had been sitting in our closet for a couple years and I don’t think anyone ever wore it, so I figured at least this way, it got some use. -a headband I had made for the 11 year old three years ago when she went as Moana for Hallowe’en -purple fairy wings that we had bought at last year’s Ren Faire.
The six year old is wearing: -a white blouse of mine from Uniqlo that I bought a couple years ago, but have worn maybe twice. I liked that it was a nice light fabric and a flowy cut, but let’s be honest, I don’t have a job where I wear button up shirts very much. -A red faux silk scarf of mine, wrapped around his waist and tied – a black vest made out out an old black shell of mine that no longer fit and which I pulled out of the Goodwill donation bag. I cut the shell down the front to make a vest, and then stitched the boat neckline to make the pointy/cap shoulders. -his own grey shorts.
The 11 year old is wearing: -An old skirt of mine that is super twirly and I love, but which I don’t wear anymore because I have little use for clothes without pockets theses days. -A yellow peasant-y shirt from Uniqlo that I originally bought for myself, but which is a little short for my middle-age/post-3 kids belly, so the 11 year old now wears it. -And a length of cut up black t-shirt as a sash So she did not actually end up going to the Ren Faire in costume because we couldn’t get the sash to stay up quite right, but it was fun to create a look. I think next year I should think ahead and get her a costume cincher or corset. I think I could probably make some kind of cincher pretty easily.
Saturday we pretty much spent all day at the Ren Faire. (The official title is the Maryland Renaissance Festival, but I’ve always just called it the Ren Faire.) We left the house at 10:15am and did not get home until 7:30pm. It was a hot hot day, but I had looked at the weather and Saturday was the coolest day of the holiday weekend – only 84 vs. 91 the other two days – so that’s why we picked Saturday to go. We were able to stay in mostly shady spots and by the time we left it had cooled of significantly. And to be honest, I think once we accepted the heat, we barely noticed how much we sweltered. I was amazed at the people who came in head to toe leather garb. That is dedication. Also they looked pretty awesome.
It took a few hours to feel like we were having a good time – I always find the first few hours of the Ren Faire overwhelming with so many choices to be made particularly since a lot of the show are playing simultaneously on different stages. Do we see the juggling ro the acrobats? The Musicians or the magician? But once I accepted that we can’t see it all and leaned into seeing what we could while making time for quiet moments to sit and savor the atmosphere, I started having a great time. (It’s very reminiscent of Oliver Burkeman’s theory that once you accept that you can’t do it all, you start to enjoy what you can do even more.) We saw some shows, listened to some music (bagpipes!), ate food on a stick, played some games, saw the jousting. Jousting was something which I had never in all my years of Ren Faires never actually made it too so this year I was determined to go and we did! Twice! We people watched – which is one of my favorite things to do because there is some pretty entertaining garb going on, from the authentic to the fantastic. It was crowded but not suffocatingly crowded and everyone just seemed happy to be there. At the end of the day we were sweaty and dusty and covered with food stains. But, as a lady told us last year, “I can always tell which kids’ parents let them have the most fun here – they are the dirtiest ones.”
Raptor ShowJousting – well, the jousting devolved into chariot races. There was a whole story line
The three year old was asleep before we made it out of the parking lot – I carried her right into the house and put her in bed, wiggling her out of her stained and dirty dress. The other kids were not far behind. I spend the rest of the evening scrolling and cleaning the kitchen before heading to bed myself.
Saturday morning I woke up to the three year old asking me why I was still asleep, after all the clock said “6”. The Husband is the early riser. I am not. So I managed to let the kids amuse themselves until about 7am, when I got out of bed. I decided that we would make waffles for breakfast, and a double batch so that we could have some for breakfast the upcoming week. Our standard is the buttermilk waffle recipe from the King Arthur Flour cookbook, but I subbed in a cup of buckwheat flour for the all purpose flour. I had had this bag of buckwheat flour in the pantry for a while and thought this was a good time to use it. I couldn’t actually tell the difference in taste – maybe a little “nuttier”? They were not as light as waffles made with just AP flour. The 11 year old helped make the waffles and she made some with sprinkles and some with raspberries and blueberries.
Around 11:00am I packed a picnic lunch and we headed out of the day’s adventure – the Labor Day Art Show and Social Dance Showcase at Glen Echo Park. Glen Echo Park is special to us because it was there are a contradance that the Husband and I met. Glen Echo was once an amusement park and people could take the trolly from DC there, but these days it’s the home to a variety of artists and cultural groups. The kids’ summer theatre camp was here. There are a couple dance venues, a playground, and a small aquarium. There is also a carousel that you can ride – $2 for a single ride, or $5 for a wristband to ride all day. That $5 wristband is probably one of the best deals ever.
Carousel Ride.
Glen Echo is one of my favorite places to take the kids. They played on the playground, rode the carousel, then we went to the Social Dance showcase – it’s an all weekend event where the variety of social dance organizations had a free dance – mostly with live music! – so people could come check out what the dances were like. We went for to the Family Dance, which I guess they now call barn dance. The Family Dance is run by the same organization that does the contra dance. It’s so strange to think that the Husband and I used to go contra dancing two or three times a month and now we haven’t been in maybe six or seven years. There were kids, then COVID. How hard COVID must have been for the dance community! The people at contra dances are such kind, smart people who strive for connection – why else would you be drawn to social dancing? To think that suddenly people had to stop dancing in groups, stop gathering to hear live music and move together…
When I walked into the dance with the three kids, it was just like I remembered it. . There was the same guy working the sound board, the same lady calling the dances. So many faces were the same, just seven years older. Though there was one gentleman, an older guy with a snowy beard, who looked exactly the same as I remembered. A few people recognized me, which is surprising because the Husband was the one who was well known back when we were coming – he had been doing it for years before I even got started. One guy said, as we passed each other in line, “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
“In about six years,” I said, gesturing to the six year old.
“You let a little thing like that keep you guys from dancing?” he said as he and his partner danced to the next couple.
Now to be perfectly honest, none of the kids wanted to dance. This was purely something that I wanted to do that I brought the kids along for. It’s like that line in Kevin Wilson’s Nothing to See Here – “Maybe raising children was just giving them the things you loved most in the world and hoping that they loved them too.” I had to bribe them to dance; I told them that if they each did two dances we would go get ice cream afterwards.
So they all agreed and each did two dances with me. The 11 year old was most reluctant, but I saw a smile or two eventually. “That was funner than I thought it would be,” she told me afterwards. The three year old required a lot of guiding on the dance floor, but she seemed to get it – although she didn’t quite grasp the do-si-do and just stood there are I orbited her. The six year old actually ended up doing a contra dance with me. He had only done one dance by the time the family dance was over and the contradance was the next session, so we stayed and he did the first contra, which was not very difficult and he actually did very well and danced the whole dance. Afterwards he said that he liked it, but that it “was a little much.” It was so much fun to be dancing, to remember what it’s like to dance to live music and move in counts of 4 and 8, and how smoothly things can flow. (Dancing must be one of my flow activities!).
swinging with the six year old.
After the one contradance with the six year old, I really wanted to stay for more, but decided not to push my luck that the kids would be willing, so we popped in to the art show – it’s a showing of art from artists and students at the various studios at Glen Echo, some pieces which were for sale. The kids got a little squirrely, so the 11 year old took the 3 year old back to the playground while I took another look around with the 6 year old. Then we took one more ride on the carousel and headed out.
On the way out, we stopped to peruse the pottery that was for sale by the Glen Echo Potters. Periodically they have a “seconds” sale where they sell pieces by weight, but this was the regular sale. I have a weakness for pottery and we walked away with a couple things –
This small mug – because I have two small mugs, bought back when I thought we were just going to have two kids. But of course we had a third kid, which makes hot chocolate time difficult.
This sponge holder. I love beautiful and functional things.
By Alyson Wilson
And this soap dispenser. Which I picked up and put back so many times because it is so beautiful, but also much more money than I should pay for a soap dispenser. In the end, I decided to splurge and we brought it home.
We then went for the promised ice cream, at the little shop near home. They were out of many flavors – not quite sure what was up with that, so we ended up having banana (three year old), peach (six year old), pumpkin (for the 11 year old) and passionfruit sorbet (for me.) Aside from the passionfruit, they aren’t flavors that we had tried before. The pumpkin was my favorite -it tasted like Thanksgiving! While we were eating our ice cream we decided to order Bahn Mi sandwiches for dinner since the prospect of cooking seemed so daunting.
We picked up our sandwiches and came home. The kids did some picking up and piano practicing and then we ate our sandwiches in front of the tv. We had much debate over what to watch – I wanted to watch some kind of musical. AT first I was going to watch Dear Evan Hansen, but I realized that the kids listening to the soundtrack is one thing – I wasn’t quite ready for them to see the movie yet. Eventually we settled on a movie called Everybody’s Talking About Jamie – a film that came up a couple times in a reddit post for best movie musicals. It’s a movie loosely based on the true story of a gay teenager who dreams of becoming a drag queen. It was a sweet movie – the music wasn’t particularly memorable or catchy, but the dancing was fun and I enjoyed the performances.
Proud Mom moments- the three year old folded the kitchen towels as part of her chores! I don’t have a favorite child, but I do have favorite child moments and this is might be one of them…
After the movie, we watched some trailers, then I sent the two older kids to bed because the three year old had fallen asleep on me. It had been many an age since I had been stuck under a sleeping baby, so it was a sweet, if inconvenient moment. Eventually, with some tips from the Husband via text (he gets trapped under the sleeping three year old a lot when I work evenings…) I got her to bed. then I went and cleaned the kitchen that was still in its’ post-waffle decimated state from the morning.
Stuck under a baby
Labor Day Monday started off much like the day before, only this time with two kids in my bed. Eventually they realized I wasn’t goin to get up, so they took themselves off for other mischief. I have no idea what was going on while I slept, but when I finally got out of bed, the bench that had been at the foot of the bed had been dragged askew and there were papers everywhere. Oh well. We had breakfast and biked/scootered down to meet a friend at a park. It was so so hot, but our park has lots of shade so it wasn’t so bad as long as we stayed out of the sun. We took the scooters on a ride down the road since it is closed to car traffic on weekends and holidays.
Wide expanse of road!
We came home and had lunch. Freezer and snack lunch, meaning crackers and cheese and whatever I could find in the freezer, which turned out to be frozen edamame and friend ravioli. The fired ravioli was new to me, but we have friends in St. Louis who have told us how popular it is there, so when I found some at the grocery store last month, I got some to try. It’s basically ravioli with a crunchy breaded filling. I cooked it in the toaster oven and it was actually not bad. It doesn’t seem too healthy, but I think it is a perfectly nice sometimes snack.
After lunch, because it was the last day our pool would be open for the summer, we went to the pool for the afternoon. Even though I’d been to the pools with the little kids at last once a week this summer, the 11 year old hadn’t really come with us at all. (The one time she came, she forgot her bathing suit!). I’m glad she came and participated this time – the diving board was open, which it hadn’t been at all last year, and she loves jumping off the diving board. She later confessed to me that she felt bad about going to the pool because she didn’t join swim team this year and didn’t want to run into any swim team people. I felt so sad that this was what she was hung up on! It just goes to show how we can get into our own heads sometimes with a really false narrative. Anyhow, it was lovely to spend the 90+ degree day at the pool. Afterwards, we came home, ate some Dilly Bars and went to pick up the Husband from the airport.
One the way home we stopped for Indian food, where I had this really awkward exchange: Waiter: Everything okay? Me: Yes, but our butter chicken didn’t come. Waiter, pointing at a dish: That’s the butter chicken. Me (feeling awkward at not knowing the difference): Oh! I thought that was the chicken makhani. Waiter: Chicken makhani and butter chicken, they are are the same thing.
Mind blown. And I felt like an idiot. Although, why did they let us order both a butter chicken and and chicken makhani??????
So we got home, put the kids to bed (eventually) and that was the end of our three day weekend. The house looked like a disaster, but I guess that is to be expected when we were home or out having fun all weekend.
And the Husband brought this home with mhim from Minnesota:
Grateful For: -A smooth first week of school and everyone getting to and from school safely.
-The bag of peach seconds – made into a galette. The whole thing made so much easier because past me made a double batch of pie crust and froze it for future me.
The recipe I used has the galette baked in a frying pan, which I thought was a pretty good idea.
-Music with the kids. We don’t do it a lot but every so often I’ll sit down with the kids at the piano and we’ll sing songs. I don’t play very well, but I can bang out chords enough for us to sing. I discovered that there are lots of easy piano e-books available on Hoopla with our library card. I also recently discovered YouTube karaoke videos which we love doing too. Belting out tunes with the kids is such a fun way to pass 20 or 39 minutes in the evening. Last week, I also showed my kids my hidden talent for playing the spoons. Okay I’m actually pretty terrible at it, but it is a lot of fun. I love that the kids love making music too.
-A long weekend filled with fun adventures.
-Shady roadways, closed to car traffic, giving us a long way to roll
-Pourable mason jar lids. I’ve been very much into making my own fancy drinks this summer. My chai concentrate goes into a large jar, but the lemonade base goes into a mason jar. I’ve also taken advantage of our bounty of basil and made some basil simple syrup and then making basil lemonade. These mason jar lids made storing a pouring the concoctions so easy. I had originally gotten them when I was pumping and storing breastmilk in mason jars because the lids were great for pouring the milk cleanly into bottles. I love that they continue to be useful.
lemonade base on the left. Matcha chia pudding on the rightBasil lemonade
-Time to run. Now the kids are back in school, I’ve been running three times a week after drop off. I only manage a mile or two and then a very long walk back to the car, and it’s been great for clearing my head, listening to audio books and podcasts.
-Beautiful dusk skies. I love skies – the infinite variety of colours and cloud formations. I’ve never looked at a sky but thought breathlessly, “What an expanse of beauty.”
Evening Walk.
Looking Forward to: -Kids activities starting up again. I’m eager to see what the routine will be like and to see where the spaces in our weekends will be. Currently the oldest is doing basketball (1-2 times a week), piano lessons (once a week + practicing), and swim clinic (once a week) and religious ed classes (once a week.) . I think she’s also going to do the school play too if she can get on the crew or cast. The six year old is doing soccer (twice a week, but only for eight weeks) , piano (once a week + practicing) and skating (once week) and religious ed classes (once a week). The three year old is doing agility classes (once a week) and skating (once a week). It seems like a lot to places to be, but it also seems like there is so much more out there that they can learn and do. The six year old wants to learn how to sew – there is a pace locally that has sewing classes, but you have to be 7, so maybe next spring.
-Using our new soap dispenser. I’m so excited to have such a pretty thing as part of my every day mundane experience.
-Billy Elliott, the movie. I have never seen this movie, but I heard it’s a great family film, so I put it on hold from the library and it just came in, so I think we will watch it for movie night. I’m trying to find more live action movies to watch for movie night. Cartoons are great and very well done, but sometimes I want to see real people. Suggestions welcome!
What We Ate:
Monday: Eggplant curry – I had bought some Japanese eggplant at the local produce market and had a can of coconut milk to use up, so I made a simple curry with eggplant and chickpeas. Vegan.
Tuesday: Cornflake chicken, corn and bagged Caesar salad. the 11 year old wanted to cook dinner, so this is what she made – the recipe is from the America’s Test Kitchen Young Chef’s cookbook.
Wednesday: Snack dinner and smoked salmon and green beans. Cheese and crackers and the like.
Thursday: Zucchini Boats.
Friday: Tomato and kale Pasta, recipe from New York Times. We have a bunch of tomatoes to eat from the garden, so we’ve been having some variation of tomatoes and pasta at least once a week. This recipe is cool because it’s pan deal – you cook the pasta, tomatoes together in one pan with a bit of water and it makes a nice sauce as everything cooks down. I also threw in some corn leftover from corflak chickn night. Vegan (we didn’t use the cheese)
Saturday: We just snacked all day at the Ren Faire.
Sunday: Bahn mi and Everybody’s Talking about Jamie
Okay – first off, sometimes I feel as if I’m the only person who puts the apostrophe in Hallowe’en. I don’t particularly feel like it is more correct one way or the other – it’s just how I grew up spelling it, and I do like how it looks a little quaint. Hallowe’en apostrophes and Oxford commas for life!
I actually had to work, so I did not get to take the kids trick or treating. It was raining here almost all evening, and I was a little doubtful that the kids would make it very long. In 2019, it was super windy on Hallowe’en and we went over to a friend’s house to trick or treat and didn’t end up going out because we were nervous about the weather. Even though the kids had a great time playing with our friend’s kids, there were definitely tears on the way home when they realized that they didn’t get to go trick or treating. “It’s okay,” I told them, “We can always go next year.” Well, the pandemic proved me wrong on that point. Wump wump.
Anyhow, in light of that 2019 experience, I think that short of a tornado, I’ve decided that I will always let my kids go trick or treating. If they want to brave pouring rain in the pursuit of free candy – great! I’ll let them decide when to give up on the experience. Not that I really had much of a say in it this year since I was working. The Husband did text me in the morning: “It’s supposed to rain tonight. She can’t go out in a cardboard box in the rain can she?”
Ah yes, the cardboard box. So costumes… The two littles wanted to be Star Wars characters, so when I saw that the Disney Store was having a 20% off sale on costumes in the last week of September, I ordered their costumes. The costumes arrived by the first week of October. I don’t think I’ve even had Hallowe’en costumes that early ever. The five year old was Darth Vadar and the baby was Baby Yoda. They were pretty excited.
The ten year old, however, had some costume ambitions. Last year, I built the five year old a Millenium Falcon that basically won Hallowe’en. I’m not being immodest – he got so many compliments on that costume. The ten year old decided that this year she wanted to have the Hallowe’en winning costume. So she decided to be….
… an iPod!
and here’s the back:
I made sure it had lots of memory.
And here’s the other two kids “pushing” the buttons. As they are wont to do:
button pushers.
Looking at the costume now, it seems a pretty simple project, but it was actually more construction than is apparent. I didn’t have the right size box so I had to tape several pieces of cardboard together to get it to be the right dimensions. And then the whole thing took something like six cans of spray paint to make it silver. The best part, though, is that we taped a speaker and an iPod to the inside so that she could actually play music. By all accounts people, especially adults my age, loved the costume.
Earlier in the day, the ten year old’s school had a Hallowe’en parade and party. I managed to slip down to the school for the parade before going in to work. Of course the iPod was a little unwieldy to take to school, so we chose another costume for the ten year old. We originally came up with the idea of Waldo – because that seemed like it would be easy to pull off straight out of the closet – red and white striped shirt, jeans, red and white hat. We went to Party City on Sunday afternoon to look for a pair of glasses to finish out the Waldo look. The only glasses we could find, though, were in a set labelled “Judicial Costume.” Which… call a spade a spade, it was a Ruth Bader Ginsburg kit. We grabbed the kit for the glasses, and then the ten year old decided that she wanted to go as RBG instead of Waldo. I found a black robe that my mother-in-law had made for Hallowe’en for my sister-in-law when she was little. It had a large star embroidered on it, so we turned it inside out and it worked out pretty well. A tight low bun completed the costume. And it all fit inside a Ziploc bag, making it easier to take to school than a huge cardboard creation.
grainy picture across a field.
I had been on the fence as to whether or not to go to the school parade since I had to work, but I figured it might be the last Hallowe’en parade I’ll get to go to for the ten year old, and I want to make more of an effort to be present for her, so I went down and it ended up being a lot of fun. The kids all paraded around the parking lot into a big field where the principal made some announcements and there was a costume contest for the teachers, which is always hilarious to see. One of my favorite moments was watching how well the principal was at crowd control. He did that thing to settle the kids down where he claps a pattern and the kids clap it back to him. I’d seen teacher do it in classrooms, but to see a whole school do it was pretty cool. Then, my favorite quip – he said, “You all need to be quiet because I have a pretty bad PA system here.” (he had one of those hand held speakers attached to a microphone). “Tell you what,” he continued, “If you promise to be quiet and listen, I promise to look into getting a better PA system for next year.” I thought that was pretty funny. I didn’t stay for the classroom party, but I did get to wave at the ten year old before I left.
The five year old’s school doesn’t do Hallowe’en, so it was just a regular school day for him, though there was one kid dressed as a banana at the bus stop. I guess there’s no real stopping a kid if they want to dress up, right?
The baby’s daycare also does not do Hallowe’en, but they do have a Fall Pajama Party. She went to school in her Chewbacca pjs – so subversively in costume, I guess. Last week I had signed up to bring fruit, and then promptly forgot about that until 9pm on Sunday night. So Monday morning after doing the school bus drop off, I went to the grocery store, and picked up four packs of strawberries, washed and cut them up and took them to school just in time.
I had contemplated dressing up for the show that I was working that night – I even googled “Costumes in black” to find some ideas for costumes that would incorporate wearing my show blacks. Ironically RBG was one of the suggestions, and I even started to crochet a lace collar, but ultimately I feel really self conscious when in costume (or even part of a costume), so I didn’t follow through with it. The show was pretty uneventful – and I was home by 9:45pm, by which time, the Husband has put the kids all to bed already. I’m told that everyone had a great time despite the rain. The five year old insisted on wearing his Darth Vadar mask the whole time (and why not?) so he was a little bit slow, but he apparently loved his costume and his light saber.
This is the one picture I have of all three kids from Hallowe’en.
Our neighborhood itself is pretty dark for Hallowe’en. We actually go trick or treating with our friends in their neighborhood, which sometimes I feel badly that we don’t have a more robust neighborhood for trick or treating. I didn’t carve a pumpkin this year, which I’m a little sad about, and we didn’t decorate. I did still buy some candy to leave out in a bowl, just in case, but no one came by. Actually come to think of it, I don’t know that the candy even got put out. I think this lack of trick or treaters is a combination of us living on cul de sac off a busy road, so people don’t cross into our street and also a lot of the houses are multi-unit rentals, so there is a lot of turnover. I do miss seeing costumed kiddos come to our door, though.
I was thinking last night, as I gazed at the buckets of candy on our dining room table, what a really fun holiday Hallowe’en is. First of all you get to dress up as whatever you want to be – your favorite character, your hero, a cool inanimate object… My co-worker’s nephew dressed up as a pickle! I love costumes, thinking about them, making them, seeing them. Then, you get to stay up late! Usually on a school night! And then you get to wander up to people, mostly strangers, yell at them, and they give you candy! And hopefully you remember your manners and say “Thank you!” There is so much to love about Hallowe’en.
(Incidentally, I once compared Hallowe’en to tech week – people in costume, wandering around in the dark, yelling demands at me, and there is an inordinate amount of sugar involved.)
I was also thinking too, about how strange Hallowe’en must seem to the post-COVID kids. After two years of social distancing and masking and play pods and “Stay in your bubble” and “Don’t share food!” and all that it must be so bewildering for kids who have never been trick or treating before to grasp the idea. “You mean, I put on this costume, and go up to strangers and take food from them? What a bizarre idea! Is this safe?” I feel like last year people were starting to get back in the swing of things, but there were definitely COVID precautions in place – the neighborhood we went to asked people to put the candy out on a table or something, and that the adults stay back and wave at the kids from six feet away. This year, by all accounts things were back in full force. Apparently the baby didn’t quite grasp the saying “Trick or Treat!” part of the ritual, but she was so cute that people gave her lots of candy anyway.
I don’t have a good strategy for managing the kids’ candy consumption. Right now the strategy is just barking, “Don’t eat that right now!” at the kids periodically when I catch them eating candy, and also a hefty dose of looking the other way and making sure they brush extra well. I think I would like it if the candy were gone by Thanksgiving. If the Husband had his way, it would be gone much sooner. I don’t love the idea of candy hanging out forever, but also throwing away food is a huge hang up of mine. I know candy isn’t really food and maybe I need to have a mental shift and get over that hump.
The top five candy that I would totally steal from my kids: Twix. 100 Grand. Reese’s Pieces. Sour Patch Kids. Dark Chocolate Milky Ways. Though I reserve the right to change my mind and just eat it all when they aren’t looking…
