One of those (great) daysPosted: October 24, 2014
I don’t want this to seem like one of those blogs where we are so happy all the damn time that we poop rainbow sparkles. That would be a major misrepresentation. But we do make an effort to be a happy family, and while sometimes this ends in colossal wingdings over the fact that it’s raining and we can’t go on the swingset and it’s never going to stop raining and therefore life is ruined, every once in a while we pull it off.
It was a big day in that it was both picture day and my day to volunteer at Das Big Boy’s public preschool–yes, he goes to two schools because I can’t tear myself away from the child-centered, flexible private one even as I’m now using the structure and services of the public one, where it does matter if you get out of your seat to bang on the teacher’s piano or pretend to be Maxwell McSpooky or dump out a tub of counting monkeys.
Picture day meant DBB needed to wear a particularly awesome outfit, brilliantly selected by Herr Husband. It also meant I had to iron for only the second time since we moved into this house (HH had an early work meeting, and therefore couldn’t–or didn’t–iron the shirt. So I did.) Many of you know just how remarkable this is.
But things only got better from there. We had a great before-schoool playdate at Rocky’s so Rocky could be the goddess she is and watch Little Liebchen while I read to the preschoolers. And the reading itself couldn’t have been cuter. They all filed into school in a neat little line and were eerily quiet in the halls. Then they sat in a circle, introduced themselves to me (DBB insisted his name was Charley, which is his teacher’s name, and giggled when I told him I remembered naming him something else. He also tried to point out to me that his classmate with glasses looks like Maxwell McSpooky.). Then they all engaged in my reading of George and Martha, and clapped for me. I left feeling appreciated by my cuddle monkey (who shouted, “Mommy!” and ran to give me a big hug before, not during, the story) and his class. And I feel like he’s in really, really good hands with Charley, who is warm and fun and funny, and gentle and charming in his efforts to get DBB to focus.
At pick-up, I got the longest story about school I’ve ever received (Awesome!). “I was supposed to take my picture but I ran down the hill and didn’t do good listening and Charley had to chase me and he was not happy and I couldn’t sit still.” (Awesomeness is a work in progress).
Thus we undertook our final adventure in celebration of DBB’s birthday: a train ride to Boston to visit the Children’s Museum and Daddy’s office. The kids loved everything: the giant climbing structure, the bubbles, the golf ball shoots, and the little kids playroom. Just a lot of giggling and play and DBB making me nervous by climbing so high in that Lord of the Flies tower.
Then we had a picnic at Daddy’s office. We ate cheese and bread and honey and drank wine and the kids trashed the place and we were all gleeful.
Just a nice reminder that a pretty simple day with family and friends can be joyful.
Edit: Obviously I know that by writing this I’ve invited tantrums galore, marital bickering, and illnesses or some other form of misery.