The big news of the week around here - Abigail lost her first tooth. She was SO excited, telling everyone. At first she talked about the tooth fairy, and then on the way home from supper decided she would rather keep the tooth than get the money. We explained to her that she could do both things, and asked what she thought of the tooth fairy. She then declared matter of factly - I don't think she's real, because there are no real fairies. This of course launched another discussion, or rather monologue, by her on the parents out there who are still "lying to their children" about Santa Claus. Gosh, can't get much past her.
This morning was spectacular. Friday's are the only morning on which I can occasionally sleep in, like really sleep in, during the week. Emma woke up at 7:20ish, but miracle of all miracles did not come into my room and tap me, or even speak to me until 8:57. The first thing she did was apologize for screaming at her sister last night, which made her miss story time and go straight to bed. Then she pointed out to me that the clock had a 7 on it which meant I should get up. (How glad am I that she doesn't realize the 7 is normally in the first spot on the clock when that weekend rule is in affect.) In the time between wake up and grand entrance I had heard her talking to herself and playing in her room while I dozed. What I didn't know, but quickly noticed, was that she had gone to the bathroom, gotten herself dressed, and as I was excitedly told - "And I put my jammies under my pillow so I would have them tonight."
So proud of her was I that I didn't even sway in my excitement to see that the clothes that she was wearing were from the dirty laundry (and her dress was on backwards so the buttons were open down to about her naval.) Nor did I falter when she told me she had searched through the pile to find just the right pair of panties. Not a flinch when I realized her pants were soaking wet - we all have accidents (and besides, they could have been that way from the laundry I suppose.) Not even when she told me that the jammies she had been wearing, which were now under her pillow, were also soaking wet. I didn't laugh either, I'm so proud of me :-).
Emma was a perfect angel all morning so I rewarded her by letting her go to class with Mommy. My middle school choir girls thought that was the greatest thing ever. I managed to miss an extreme meltdown by Abigail (who had great behavior all week at school, go figure.) Had a great rehearsal after school. Taught a voice lesson in exchange for babysitting which allowed me to go on a date with my husband. Had very little traffic on the way into the capital. Randomly decided to have dinner at Chili's where my husband discovered that they had FRIED PICKLES on special. We were treated to some stellar, and yes that is sarcasm, karaoke in Chili's. It was SO bad. And now as I sit here writing, our neighbors up the street are having a really loud birthday party with guess what, really stellar karaoke. I think there may be three different tunes to the same song going on right now, plus the instrumentals. Ohhh, it's bad - I so wish you all could actually hear it.
I will rest in the fact that I had a wonderful day, and not think about the fact that parties like this normally don't end until well after midnight. I wonder if there will be fireworks to wake me up five minutes after I finally fall asleep during the dull in which everyone walks outside to set up the fireworks. Hmmmm......
