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Weekly recap + what we ate: Back to School, Labor Day Weekend, and Moments not Mine

Beautiful skies and trees at the botanical gardens.

Hello from the other aide of Labor Day Weekend. We’ve turned the calendar to September and I feel like we now begin the new year in earnest- it’s a new school year and a new opera season. New activities beginning!

Sunday felt like the perfect end-of-summer day. We slept in – just late enough to feel luxurious, but not so late as to feel indolent. Which for us is 7:30/8am. Then I decided that I wanted to have special breakfast, so I made waffles. I usually make the buttermilk waffles from King Arthur Flour Baking Companion, only this time the 5 year old wanted me to put rainbow sprinkles in them, and I also made a blueberry waffle. I’d never put add ins in my waffles before, so I didn’t know how it would turn out – they turned out great.

After breakfast, we went to the farmer’s market. I biked with the 8 year old while the Husband and the other two kids took the metro. I was really impressed by the 8 year old – the bike ride is the same one I take to work. It’s about five miles and there is a big hill at the end. I often have to walk my bike up that hill, but the 8 year old put his bike in a low gear and kept pedaling up the hill. He did rest once, but then kept going. I’m loving how much he’s loving his bike. One vent, though, is that right before the big hill, is a stop light so ideally you get a green light and can accelerate through the light on a higher gear and get some momentum up the hill. Only you know those Lime Bikes? They’re those bike share e-bikes that you can find randomly around. Well, someone had left a Lime Bike in the middle of the sidewalk on the other side of the stop light. So we had to stop and any momentum we got coming out of the stop light was lost. I got SO MAD. I might have not too gently pushed the Lime Bike over and dragged it off the sidewalk. Sooooo annoying.

Anyhow, despite that we got to the Farmer’s Market where we bought vegetables (peppers, cucumbers, spinach, potatoes) and peaches and nectarines. There was not a huge peach sale this time, so we did not come home with a $25 crate of peaches. After the market, we all took the metro home. The ride was a little odd because we ran into the 13 year old’s math teacher, which it’s always a little awkward seeing one’s teachers out in the wild.

We spent the rest of the afternoon just hanging out in the backyard. The Husband was finally setting up the smoker that he had gotten a few months ago. Setting up the smoker involved cooking two pounds of bacon. “What are we going to do with two lbs of bacon?” I asked the Husband.

Apparently we were just going to eat it. The Husband doesn’t eat bacon, but the other four of us – we polished off that two lbs in less than an hour. It was tasty. No regrets there. Yet.

It was such a nice chill afternoon in the backyard. We planned the 5 year old’s upcoming birthday party. We talked to the 8 year old about some upcoming activity plans. I played a bit of soccer with the 8 year old backyard. I finished a book and flipped through the first few pages of a few options for my next read. I think if you had told me that I was going to spend three hours in my backyard reading and “life-ing”, I would have kind of thought, “What a waste of time. Shouldn’t I go organize my desk or something like that?” But you know what? It was just perfect. I guess this is what people do with weekends when they don’t have to rush off to activities or work.

Oh and then after that, we had a family cuddle session on the 13 year old’s bed. She had put “Family hug” on the calendar during the previous day’s family meeting. The Husband pointed out that we could hug for longer if we were on a bed, so we all piled into her bed and had an hour of cuddle time. Well I guess the Husband, the 13 year old, and I cuddled. The 5 year old and the 8 year old climbed all over us. It wasn’t relaxing, per se, but it was nice bonding time. Then I got up, and made dinner.

After dinner, I took the two little kids to the pool for one final raft night. Our pool closes on Labor Day, and since we had plans for Monday, if we wanted to get one last swim in, Sunday was the day. The pool was a little chilly, but we soon got used to it. Plus we had our inflatable rings, so we just floated along and enjoyed the sky and clouds.

The 8 year old took this picture at the pool because he said the sky was beautiful.

When I look back on Sunday, I think, “I would never have planned a day like that. But it was perfect.”

Which was nice because to be honest, the day before was kind of a disaster. We tried to go find a dresser for the 13 year old, driving all the way to Virginia because that is where the folks on Reddit say the best furniture stores in teh area are. Virginia is terrible to drive to/drive in. We looked at lots of furniture but couldn’t decide on what to get. Turns out we have a fundamental difference in overall vision for the 13 year old’s room, basically the disagreement is piece meal furniture vs. bedroom set. (And the 13 year old didn’t really care which way to go.) Most of our furniture in the house was obtained piecemeal, and one of us thought that maybe if we were going to buy one thing for the 13 year old’s room, we should buy a whole set since she didn’t really have a bed and was sleeping on a futon mattress. We spent thirty minutes in the furniture store disagreeing about set vs. piecemeal and finally left without buying anything.

We then tried to go to the really cool and tasty Vietnamese shopping center for lunch, but the parking lot was kind of a madhouse so we abandoned that. People in the van got hungry, then cranky so we ended up at a Laotian restaurant, though that required driving through more confusing traffic patterns. The GPS said it was 0.5 miles away. It was only a short distance away in miles, but it was miles in frustration. So all in all, not a great excursion. (But the food was really good – the crispy tofu lettuce wraps were divine.) I think we are scarred and likely won’t be going deep into the Virginia suburbs again for a long long long long time. (Apologies to any Virginia readers. I’m sure you feel the same way about driving in Maryland.)

All to say, after that disaster of a half day on Saturday, Sunday was everything I needed a long weekend day to be.

Labor Day Monday was our annual trip to the Renaissance Festival. The weather was gorgeous – the past couple of years it has been unbearably hot on Labor Day weekend, which makes the Ren Faire a little bit harder to navigate. But this year, the weather was high 70s, sunny with a breeze, and downright cool in the shade. That might account for the high volume of people going. The traffic was terrible. It usually takes us 40-50 minutes to get to the Faire. This year it took us 90 minutes. I’ve never seen it that bad. So we didn’t get through the gates until nearly 11:00am. (Our friends who were meeting us there took three hours to get there and they only live two miles from us.) I was probably the only one worried about not getting to the Faire right when it opened. The kids were happy in a slow moving van as long as they could put on KPop Demon Hunters and Broadway Show Tunes and sing along at the top of their lungs. I might have joined in.

Once we got to Revel Grove itself, we had a great time. The Ren Faire is such a multi-faceted event. You have all the shows and entertainment, you have the shopping, the eating, there’s the pirate ship playground, and games, and you also have the fun pageantry and people watching. It’s kind of like being in the middle of a parade, what with all the costumes that people were wearing. My favorite costumes I saw this year were the two people dressed up as Galinda and Elphaba, and also a stately older lady in this beautiful golden brocade gown with a headdress that had protruding spikes, as if she were the sun. It was pretty spectacular. The 13 year old’s favorite costume was the guy we saw dressed as Waldo from “Where’s Waldo”.

We saw all the familiar shows, including a 20 minute Macbeth. We saw the jousting. We ate turkey legs and other fried food. We let the kids play at the playground. The kids went through the maze and shot toy crossbows. The 5 year old was finally old enough to do the climbing wall, which she climbed with such ease. Next year she will have to do the “Medium hard” wall, I think. We listened to bagpipes and drums, the music so loud and rhythmic that you could feel the benches vibrate and the music under your skin. Going to the Ren Faire feels so familiar – I feel like we have a good routine and pace for how we tackle the day. I almost worry that we are in a Rem Faire rut, and I think next year we should go see at least a few new to us Acts and maybe try some new foods. I’ve started keeping a list of foods that go over like a lead balloon – so far on the list are the fried green beans (meh, so very much meh) and the apple dumplings (waaay too messy to eat while standing up or taking in a show.)

Leading up to Labor Day, though, was the first week of school. Monday was a “Transition Day” for kindergarteners (also 6th and 9th graders), so the older two kids were off school. After walking the 5 year old to school, we went to the Botanical Gardens and met up with some friends for a walk. In the afternoon, the 13 year old then had a voice lesson via Zoom, and we went to the 8 year old’s open house. The 13 year old did not have an open house. I guess at a certain point, they just expect you to show up at school and figure it out.

Then on Tuesday, everyone went back to school. Yay! I am so excited for the new school year, the new teachers, the new friends, and new routines. Everyone seemed to have a good first week of school. The 5 year old is excited to go every day, though she says they sit a lot. The 8 year old seems to like his teacher and the 13 year old – well, I think she likes the independence that she has at school.

Obligatory First Day of School picture. I don’t do first day signs though I love the idea. The 13 year old leaves for school an hour and half before the other two so I was lucky just to have everyone dressed to be in a first day picture together.

Fun fact – the 5 year old wore the same dress that her big sister wore to her first day of kindergarten. We even sort of recreated the picture from eight years ago:

I was thinking recently about how life with little kids seemed/ seems interminable for me. I look at the 5 year old and, also to some extent the 8 year old and think, “How are you still so young? It seems as if you’ve been little forever.” I wouldn’t wish the years away, but it does seem as if we’ve been in the “parenting littles” phase for such. a. long. time.

But, at the opposite end, with the 13 year old, time is flying. I am so acutely aware of (and completely unprepared for) the fact that she will go to high school next year; that two year (and change) from now she will be learning how to drive; that the years we have with her at home are fewer and fewer. We now have more years behind us than in front of us with her at home. (Unless she lives at home for college, which is actually a very real possibility. But that’s a future thing…)

Time passes simultaneously quickly and slowly when I look at my children. Sometimes it feels as if I’m living on two different timelines, parallel yet not quite concurrent. I was thinking that this slight dissonance is because as kids grow older, I’m getting fewer and fewer pieces of them. When kids are little, they are all ours – there is so much of them, a surfeit of responsibility, care, attention. When they are first born, they are with us 24/7. And even in the early years, they are either at school/daycare or with a parent. We take them to school, we feed them their meals, we take them to activities, even participating in those activities with them. Time with them moves slowly because there is so much of it.

But as they grow older and need us less and less, they also give us less and less. The 13 year old still wants time to cuddle and watch New Girl, but these days she also wants time alone. And coupled with all the time she spends at school, at basketball, at various lessons and activities, most of which she gets herself to and from – well, my time with her is just pockets. There is less of it – which is why, I think time with her goes much faster; there is just so little of it on a day to day basis. There’s a sense of time scarcity with the 13 year old that I don’t have with the younger kids. It’s not just that the years are fewer, but also that the moments are fewer. And on top that, the moments are no longer mine.

So here’s to savoring those moments I do get to share with her, and also letting her have her own moments as she becomes her own person.

Grateful For:

– Summer evenings with just the right amount of chill and light to remind me to savor the moments before winter is upon us.

-The Lenten Book Group and my friend who invited me to join two years ago. We had a meeting last week where we talked about Mary and Martha, and the Good Samaritan. I’ve always, to be quite honest, been bothered by the story of Mary and Martha. (Cliff Notes: Jesus comes to teach at Martha’s house and her sister Mary sits at his feet and listens while Martha works to prepare the house, serve the food, etc. Martha gets resentful and asks Jesus to make Mary help her, but Jesus says that what Mary is doing is important too.) We had a great discussion about actions being the manifestation of love, but also how sometimes just putting things down and listening is important too.

-School bus drivers, teachers, principals, and school administrators. Bless them all.

-A new bus route. We have switched the two elementary school kids to a different afternoon bus route that drops the kids by 4:15pm to a stop that is next to a park and walking distance from home. This bus was always an option, but in past years it didn’t drop off until close to 5pm. They’ve streamlined the bus routes this year, and while some parents are upset, it works out better for us. I’ll miss our friends at the old bus stop, but this new stop is so much better for life – the kids get off the bus sooner, and I can even can go to the playground for 20 minutes and still get home in time to make dinner. Also, the 13 year old can go down to the bus stop and shoot baskets while waiting for the kids and then walk them home. Anything we can do to minimize time in the car is a plus for me.

-Metro workers. On the train home from the Farmer’s Market, a man on our train car collapsed out of his seat. I went over to see if he needed help and he seemed a little incoherent, which was a little concerning. We had to get off at the next stop, so I told the Metro conductor, and I think he called for help because a police car and fire truck pulled up as we were leaving the station. I’m so grateful that there are people to help in those situations because I really felt out of my depths.

– The plethora of Ethiopian markets nearby where I can readily get injera. I had some time to kill between errands one day and realized I was in walking distance of two Ethiopian stores, so I stopped by one to pick up some injera. I love the stuff and can eat a whole package by myself. I hear it’s complicated to make, so I’m am grateful I don’t have to make it myself.

-This belt bag that I got as a hand me down from my cousin. I never thought I’d be a belt bag person, but it perfectly fits my phone, wallet, keys, and sunglasses, which makes it so handy when I’m out on my bike or am just running a quick errand, or to stuff in the swim bag. Hand me downs for the win!

Looking forward to:
-going to our friend’s house out in Southern Maryland. She’s closing her pool for the season soon and invited us up for one last swim. I’ll be making that peach cobbler again.

-Lunch and happy hours with friends. I tend to fill my social calendar up when I’m not working because my evenings and weekends get very packed when I am working. So I have lots of meet ups scheduled in the next couple of weeks.

-Riding bikes to school. This is a “Looking forward to” that is at least a year out. The 8 year old and I rode our bikes to his 3rd grade open house. It took just 15 minutes to get to school (though it took 8 minutes to find a bike rack and lock up the bikes…), and there is a trail almost all the way there. There is one major road to cross, but it has a traffic light there and lots of other foot traffic, so it’s not dangerous. I would feel pretty safe letting the kids ride their bikes the 2.3 miles to school. Right now, the limiting factor is the 5 year old doesn’t ride a bike yet, but once she figures it out, I can totally see the two of them biking to school together, and myself going with them sometimes. Their school is actually half way to my work, so it would be a convenient family commute.

-Back to School Night for the Elementary school kids. The middle school BTSN was last week (on the third day of school!) and that one was a lot of fun – we got to follow our 13 year old’s schedule and go from class to class. Being able to walk her paths gave me a lot of insight into how chaotic her days are.

-Fall cooking projects: I’ve decided that I’m going to try to make dosa from scratch this fall. Also I never got around to making Japanese milk bread and that is still on my list. And the 8 year old wants to make tang hulu (Sugar coated strawberries) since he missed out when we made it earlier this summer. I’m kind of leaning into the idea of having some good homemade snacks for when the kids get home from school.

-Reading this book:

Set near Johannesburg, it’s one of the books I had picked up to read while in South Africa, but I ended up not bringing it on the trip. This novel tells the story of a 10 year old white girl and a Xhosa widow whose lives intersect in a tragic way.

What We Ate:

Monday: Tomato and Zucchini Tart and Cucumber Avocado Salad. Really leaning into the summer produce for this meal. The Tart was super simple – pre-made pastry dough, covered with a mixture of cream cheese and mustard blended together, and covered with sliced tomato and zucchini. The cucumber avocado salad, was inspired by Julie, though not the exact of the one she posted.

Tuesday: Taco Tuesday! Shrimp and chicken tacos, made on the grill. I had a jar of green salsa of indeterminate origins so I used that to marinate the chicken. The family devoured this. I made 1 lb of shrimp and 2 lbs of chicken and it was all inhaled. I felt bad because we had a friend coming for dinner and she was running late so I fed the kids first and our friend only got two tacos because that’s all that was left. Oh, and for dessert I made peach cobbler, recipe from the NY Times. I’ve never made a peach cobbler before – friends! cobbler is SO fast and easy! And delicious! Will make again. (And I’m going to – see above about visiting our friend in southern Maryland.)

Wednesday: Dinner at Ikea as we went on our mission for a dresser for the 13 year old. The mission was a fail. But the meatballs were tasty.

Thursday: Meera Sodha’s Green Pasta – Trying to use up all the basil in our yard. I really like this pasta – you blend blanched spinach, basil, parsley, lemon juice, silken tofu and nutritional yeast into a creamy savory sauce for pasta. Then you top it with this olive/lemon/olive oil mixture. Well I did – the rest of family doesn’t care for olives. Vegan.

Friday: Pizza (carry out) and Dodge Ball. The 13 year old originally wanted to watch Forest Gump, but then realized it’s actually kind of a downer of a movie plus it’s kind of long, so she picked Dodge Ball instead. Which… I have to say, some of it is still hilarious (“If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball!”), but a lot of it is sexist, homo-phobic, body-shaming frat boy humor that hasn’t aged well for me. The kids liked it, but I gave a lot of disclaimers as we went along.

Saturday: The little kids and I went to a birthday party where there was pizza, snacks, and a cookie cake. The Husband and 13 year old went out for cheesesteaks. I was still hungry when I came home so I had angel hair pasta with the leftover olive oil/lemon/olive mixture from Thursday night.

Sunday: Sweet and sour eggplant with garlic chips, served with rice. Recipe from NY Times Cooking. Easy stir fry with the sweetest, silkiest Japanese Eggplant from the farmer’s market. I also added green beans and carrots since I realized that recipes that say “2-4 servings” won’t feed our family. Vegan.

Monday: Smoked pork sandwiches with Coleslaw. The Husband’s first smoking project was a delicious success. I’m not sure if he will become one of those guys who tries to smoke everything and spends all weekend with his smoker. From what he described to me, smoking meat is a combination of leisurely hands off and attending to the temperature of the smoker as if it were a colicky baby.

Hope you all have a lovely start to September.

What parts of life seem interminable to you? What parts seem to go quickly? Are you team furniture set or team piecemeal furniture? Any fun cooking projects lately? Have you ever made dosa from scratch? Any favorite movies from your youth that haven’t aged well for you?

Weekly recap + what we ate: Back to school 2024!

Well we’re off to the races with the 2024-2025 school year. And a new month. Whew. It was a pretty uneventful first week. The kids went to school. They came home. Extracurricular activities haven’t yet started, and I’m not yet working on a show, so it does feel like we are easing into the new school year.

First day of school celebratory boba run coupled with an Hmart trip.

Right out of the gate, though, the 7th grader’s middle school had their Back to School Night on Thursday. It felt a little soon to have a Back To School Night the fourth day of school, but oh well. I was glad of a chance to go – aside from the school plays and some early pick ups in the office, I haven’t really seen her middle school yet; last year it seemed as if every school event was on an evening when I had to work. At Back to School Night, the majority of the evening had the parents/guardians going to their student’s classes in order, with six minutes in each class and four minutes to get from one period to the other. Each student has seven classes a day, plus advisory and homeroom- down hallways, up stairs, from one end of school to another. I don’t know how the 12 year old manages this every day. I was exhausted by the end of the evening, but it was nice to put faces to the teachers and get a sense of what school is like for her. Last year I found middle school to be a huge black hole – the kid went to school. There were weekly newsletters that came home – all good things though. Once in a while a message from the Principal about an incident, or a form for me to sign. A few times a year, I saw grades. I suppose middle school is just one more step to independence and not knowing what my kid is up to.

My mother and my aunt were still in town most of last week. They had gone to New York City, but came back mid week. We did some less obvious touristy things. One day we went downtown to the Kennedy Center. We didn’t see a show or anything, but it’s just a beautiful building to walk around, and we had lunch at the Cafe on the roof, where there is a wonderful view of DC. There is an exhibit on JFK and his role in the arts. On that day, since we were already in the city, we went to the Portrait Gallery. I mainly picked the Portrait Gallery because it’s an easy metro ride and also I love sitting in its courtyard. There was an exhibit on Hollywood portraits, what I really liked seeing.

One of the portraits was of Merle Oberon, which I found fascinating because I didn’t realize that she was half South Asian. The blurb next to her portrait talked about how she had to hide her mixed race identity because of discrimination. I think of how I have half Asian kids and how it’s kind of no big deal because being mixed race a) is kind of a meaningless term – what is “race” anyhow? and b) is so common these days. I once read a statistic that the majority of kids will be of mixed race in the next ten years. (Or something like that – don’t quote me – it’s one of those statistics that’s stuck in my head, but I don’t remember where I heard it.) So thinking about being a mixed race person when it wasn’t so common and even considered scandalous is one of those things that I find really interesting to read about.

The day after that, we went to The National Museum of Health and Medicine, which is just a mile from my house. It’s a collection of body parts and medical equipment and photos and artifacts and such things related to the human body and how it can fall apart. The collection was started during the Civil War when doctors were encouraged to keep specimens of body parts and what not for research purposes. The most famous thing about it is that it has the bullet that killed Lincoln, along with some of his hair and the bloody cuffs of the doctor who operated on him. I didn’t realize this, but it also has a piece of President Garfield’s spine as well, from when he was shot. I kind of feel like you need to have a very strong stomach and sense of curiosity to go to this museum. It was especially interesting to go to the museum with my aunt who is a physician. She reminisced about her medical school days and pointed out the body parts and organs that were on display and told me all about what they did. The lady is amazing – she is 77 years old and still sees patients three days a week.

The last day of my Aunt’s visit, we took a trip to Longwood Gardens. What a beautiful riot of summer colour! I’m always glad for a visit to Longwood Gardens.

Labor Day Monday I took the three kids to the Renaissance Festival. I hadn’t originally planned to go over Labor Day weekend, but on Sunday our friends told us they were planning on going the next day, so it seemed like as good a time as any to go. Plus our other weekends in September were going to be full of kids’ activities. We had a great time. We saw the jousting (twice!), fencing shows, acrobats, Shakespeare parodies. We listened to loud feet-stomping, heart expanding music, ate turkey legs, reveled in people watching. The weather was gorgeous – warm and sunny with a breeze at just the right moments. The kids got sticky with melted ice cream and dirty with playground mulch. We laughed and wandered and had an all around great time.

Dressed up in all the layers. You can’t see it, but she’s also wearing fairy wings.

I think I did really well pacing our day. Once I (like Oliver Burkeman says) get used to the idea that you can’t see everything, then I think I could enjoy the things I did see without the sense that I should be somewhere else. I had each of the kids pick one thing they really wanted to do, and then planned around that. The 12 year old wanted to eat fried food, the 7 year old wanted to see the jousting, the 4 year old wanted to ride the pony, I wanted to see shows and laugh. So I looked at the schedule and map and plotted it out as soon as I got there. I picked four shows to anchor our day – 12 noon jousting, 2:00pm Death Scenes from Shakespeare, 3:30p Vixes En Garde, 5pm Piper Jones show. Then in and around we ate turkey legs (side note – these have gotten really expensive! They are now $12 a pop. I guess I’m okay with it, but it’s a little alarming), went to the pirate playground, shopped, and went on the Pony ride. It also helped that we met up with our friends who had three kids, so the older kids could take off together while I stuck with the little kids.

Coordinating with my friends was a little difficult at first because with all the mass of humanity at the Ren Faire – and it was very crowded – my cell phone couldn’t find a way to make calls or send text messages. I think next time I need a better, more concrete plan ahead of time of where to meet people. One we met up with my friends, though, I really enjoyed Ren Fairing with friends.

Food on a stick- the 7 year old has sausage, the four year old has mac n cheese.

Oh, and the one thing I was the MOST excited about – they’ve put in water bottle fillers at our Ren Faire! For years, I’ve carted so four full Nalgenes with me to the Faire, because I’m too cheap to pay for water at the Faire. Well this year, there were three water bottle fillers (labelled “drinking water from the well”) Yay. Ren Faire gets better and better every year!

Inspirational Thought of the week: We are due for a huge decluttering effort at our house, so I’ve been listening to Decluttering and organizational podcasts for inspiration. Last week I was listening to A Slob Comes Clean’s episode called “How to Get Motivated” and she said

“There is no way to fail at better.”

Whoa. Her point is that even throwing away one piece of trash makes things better, and as long as you are moving towards “better” no matter how small the steps, you are not failing. I have to remember that when the prospect of decluttering (or anything large) feels overwhelming.

Kid Quote of the Moment:
The 7 year old can be a bit of a stubborn grumpy bear. But when something goes the way he wants it too, his delight is unparalleled. His latest catch phrase when something goes well – “Perfection wins again!”
I have no idea where he got that phrase from, but it makes me really happy every time he says it.

Grateful For:
-School Buses and school bus drivers. Amazingly, the school bus was on time in both the morning and the afternoon last week. Well except for one day when the bus broke down and they had to get a replacement. Even so, the bus ended up only being thirty minutes late, which seems pretty efficient given that they had to go find a whole other bus and driver. So I’m grateful for the school bus and school bud driver that takes my kid to school safely.

-A nice visit with my mom and my aunt. I don’t get to see my aunt very often, so it was lovely to have her stay with us for five nights.

– The kids’ piano teacher. A few weeks ago, while out for a walk with my 12 year old, she said to me, “You know what? Piano is my favorite extracurricular activity!” This made me really happy to hear because she loves music so much but there were a couple of years where we fought a lot about lessons and practicing. I give a lot of credit for this to her piano teacher who is so patient and positive with her but also challenges her.

Looking Forward To:

-Lunch with a friend. I start working on a show in October, with some hours here and there the next couple of weeks, so I want to schedule some fun social weekday things in September before my schedule makes that difficult.

-Planning our trip to Malaysia. On the way to Longwood Gardens, we listened to some podcasts about travel to Malaysia. (I like listening to destination/ travel podcasts for trip inspiration.) It really got me eager to start researching and planning the activities we will do with our four days there. It seems like all the really beautiful beaches are a bit farther than we want to go with just four days, so we’ll probably just stay in Kuala Lumpur.

-September declutter-palooza! As I mentioned above, we’ve decided that September will be a big month for decluttering since I will have a lighter schedule and am home more. The main areas are the attic and the current toy room, which needs to be cleaned out so we can put the guest bed in there and make the guest bedroom into the 12 year old’s room. The 12 year old currently shares a room with her two younger siblings. It’s partly because I can’t wrap my brain around setting up a room for her (so many logistics! Need to buy new furniture!), also partly because I like having all the kids on the same floor as us and giving the 12 year old her own room would mean putting her downstairs. Anyhow – I know I need to just get over this because a 12 year old should not have to share a room with her 7 year old brother and 5 year old sister if she can help it. (Although part of me thinks – my father shared a room with 7 siblings. But he lived in rural Taiwan. Life was different… Everyone looks at me like I’m a horrible mother when I tell them my 12 year old still shares a room with her siblings.) Anyhow, I’m excited about/dreading declutter-palooza. I know our house will be a lot better once we go through things and purge and shift. But… so much work, and I get attached to things. Hence listening to decluttering podcasts for inspiration. Maybe I should document the efforts here for some accountability.

What We Ate:

Monday: Stir fried eggplant with black bean sauce and tofu.

Tuesday: Tortellini with sausage. Fruit on the side.

Wednesday: Grilled chicken drumsticks and cucumber and cabbage noodle salad with black bean sauce.

Thursday: Pasta Salad. This was a kitchen sink meal. We came home on the late side and I didn’t have anything planned, so I chopped a bunch of tomatoes, cucumbers and peppers, and threw them in a bowl with some cooked pasta and canned tuna. Added a red wine vinegar vinegrette. It was much tastier than I thought it would be.

Friday: Pizza (the Husband made) and Young Woman and the Sea, a recent film about Trudy Ederle, who in 1926 was the first woman to swim the English Channel, and she did it faster than any of the men before her. Disney sport movies are always predictably sentimental, and I am a sucker for that. I really liked this movie. I thought the story was inspiring and performances delightful to watch.

Saturday: Dinner out at The Olive Lounge after our trip to Longwood Gardens. I had a really delicious truffle pasta.

Sunday: Burgers and hot dogs and grilled zucchini. We had some friends over to grill- one of those super casual impromptu gatherings that you can have when you know your friends won’t judge you for not cleaning.

Monday: Grilled cheese and fruit. We didn’t get hime from the Ren Faire until almost 8pm so dinner was something quick and easy.

Onward to September! How was your holiday weekend? Have you ever had to share a room with a sibling? Pluses or minuses?

Weekly recap + what we ate: Back to School and Labor Day Weekend 2023

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:

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.”

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.

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!).

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.

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.

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.

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 right

-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.”

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

Monday: Indian Food, eating out.

Labour Day Weekend 2022. Renaissance Festival!

Another Labor Day weekend in the books, and now I feel like summer is truly on it’s way to fall.

Not everything on my my Labor Day Weekend plans/ aspirations list got checked off, but the most important adventure was accomplished – we went to the Renaissance Festival! The Ren Faire was the perfect way to end the summer — it’s a special outing, outdoors, yet local so we can still come home and sleep in our beds and not have to unpack suitcases. I love going to the Ren Faire. The costumes, the shows, the atmosphere of hubub… Everything about it is just pure fun. Also – not going to lie, but an additional perk right now is that the two littles get to go for free, so I just had to buy tickets for me and the ten year old. (The Husband didn’t go – even though one of our first dates was to the Ren Faire, he doesn’t actually like them.) This was my first time taking the toddler. I think the five year old went once when he was still a baby in the baby carrier.

We went with some friends who had never been before, and when we met up with each other inside the festival gates, they said, “We’ve never been before, so we’ll take your lead on what to do.”

“Well,” I said, “Usually we see shows, eat food on a stick, people watch, and swelter in the heat.”

And we did all that and more.

We watched a Birds of Prey demonstration. The little kids went on Pony rides. The ten year old climbed a rock wall. The toddler wanted to as well, but you had to be four to climb. “I’ll can climb it next year!” she said.

There was a playground with a giant pirate ship where the kids would have played all day if we had let them. There were people dressed as pirates and wenches and kings and queens and fairies and knights and warriors and all other manner of fabulously imaginative creations. The toddler, being the only one in the family with Ren Faire appropriate clothes (aka dress up clothes) was the only one who got dressed up. She even wore a veil that the ten year old had been gifted the first time she went to the Renaissance Festival exactly six years ago to the date. Here’s a then and now:

Of course we had turkey legs (and all other manner of faire food):

There were shows, so many shows to see. Comedy shows, Shakespeare snippets, juggling shows, music shows (bagpipes!). We watched the drama of King Henry VIII’s court unfold as Jane Seymour waits to become queen.

There was a longsword demonstration. We did not make it to the jousting, which was my one regret. In all my years of coming I have yet to see the jousting. I think I always plan on it but then get sucked into watching something else. Well, next year I’ll make sure it’s a priority.

There was face painting and fairy wings and a warrior’s shield.

We were there all day – arrived at 10:30am and left at 6:30pm. By the end of the day everyone was sweaty and dusty and sticky. The lady at the fairy wing booth said to me, “I can always tell the parents who let their kids have the most fun because those kids are the dirtiest.”

We probably stayed a little longer than prudent; I hadn’t brought the stroller so the toddler didn’t take an afternoon stroller nap and she had a pretty epic meltdown when we got home around 7:15pm. Even still, we had a really great time and, not that I would say it was worth an evening meltdown, sometimes one can’t let the last part of the day be the last word on the whole day. Sometimes the epic tantrum is just the price of admission for a fun filled end of summer adventure.

The rest of the long weekend plans/ aspiration list went pretty well:

We did get to the Farmer’s market. The Husband and I took the two little kids and picked up some yogurt and granola from the farmer’s market downtown. Then, because I wanted to do a bigger produce shop, we drove about twenty minutes to a farm stand in the next county because as much as I love our downtown farmer’s market, the produce is less expensive at the farm stand outside the city. The five year old, unbeknownst to me put a watermelon into out basket. The thing was half his size!
Then because it was on the way home, we stopped at Ikea. I had been looking for a container for our paper recycling since our current solution was a cardboard shoebox that was starting to fall apart. The main criteria for the recycling container was that it had to have a lid because the baby is still in that phase where she will put random things in open containers. After scouring the internet, and ordering something from Amazon only to have it arrive broken, I thought we’d check out Ikea. And of course, they had the perfect thing for half the price of anything I saw online. We also found these hooded towels that were perfect size for the two little kids. They’ve outgrown the hooded towels from the baby years, but still like to be swathed post bath. I’d contemplated buying them a set from Pottery Barn or The Company Store, but, again, Ikea had the perfect thing for a fraction of the cost. And the Husband picked up a boot tray that he said was exactly what he needed for draining his plants. Again… perfect thing, fraction of the cost of buying a plant tray from the garden store. We also wanted to buy a mattress for the ten year old, but thought it’d be better to go when she could come with. We did not find a solution for shoe storage – the situation in our foyer with shoes has gotten out of hand. Everything we liked would have to be drilled into the wall, and we have vintage wood paneling that we are loath to drill into. (Later that day, the ten year old just took all the shoes out of the baskets and lined them up in the foyer. We’ll see how the “no storage” solution works… so far, it’s worked better than I thought.)
All in all, though, a very successful morning of errands. I’d forgotten how fun Ikea can be for kids. Every time we walked into one of their faux rooms, the kids were delighted. “I want to live here!” the toddler would say. And for lunch, we ate in the Ikea cafeteria and had meatballs, which felt like a treat.

I meal planned for the week based on the produce run.
Did not managed to re-assess my closet completely, but I did take everything out and purged some things that didn’t fit. Some of it, like the party dresses, I set aside for my daughters in case they want to them when they can fit in them (which is sooner than I think… the ten year old already wears tops and sweaters that don’t fit me anymore). The closet is a little cleaner, but the clothes to be put into storage or given to donation are now in piles all over the bedroom. A little bit at a time, I guess. I don’t love my options for workwear that I have, particularly for the still warmer weather we are having, but I think I will make do for now and resist buying more.
Did not order shoes, but did put some options in my shopping cart.
Did go to the pool one last time before it closed for the season.
Slow run/walk accomplished when the Husband took the kids with him to run errands one morning. Very very slow. I think I only managed to run about 3/4 miles of it. Small steps. Literally.
I did get to relax on the back patio with a book, and I managed to fit in reading a little bit of each book in my current rotation. I feel like I want to incorporate some kind of family reading time. The little kids don’t read yet, but they can sit with a Vox book. Maybe this is a cozy cooler weather aspiration.
Socks and underwear ordered for the kids. I don’t understand why so many companies sell underwear in packs of five.
Did not completely finish prepping my score for rehearsals, but I did put in a little bit of work time to finish timing the show off a video. Even though the video is not the version we are doing, watching it got me super excited to start rehearsals. The music is so good!
I did not bake muffins, but given the Costco run last week, we are pretty well stocked for snacks.
And, not on the list, but something that the Husband and ten year old have made into a family tradition of late – we finished off the weekend by watching and episode of Golden Girls and folding the laundry. (Well the baby didn’t really watch, but she did do summersaults onto the couch.)

All in all, a pretty good weekend.