
We woke up early. We dressed, and ate, and fixed our hair, and brushed our teeth. I think I was in grouchy-robot-mom-half-asleep-mode. Tyler kept teasing Paige about some funny eye. I put a stop to the teasing by yelling something from the other room. As we were putting our jackets on, I actually LOOKED at the eye. UMMM. . . ewww! Okay, okay, so he was right.
I called Shane, and he said. . . you better keep her home. And here's the rest of the story:
Paige: I GET to stay home from school!?! . . . . (and in the same breath). . . . . WAAAAAAAA!!!!!We'resuppposedtoOHHHWAAAAAAgbgerbreadWAAAAAawardWAAAAA!!!!
Me: WHAT? Please stop yelling and crying and say it clearly. I'm not sure why you're even crying.
Tyler (translating): They're supposed to make gingerbread houses and get awards in the assembly today.
Me: OH. . . well, what if WE make our own gingerbread house today?
Paige: really? Well, is it going to be BIGGER than the one at school?
Me: sure
Paige: O.K. I'll stay home from school.
It's all about quantity with this one.
We went to Tyler's award ceremony and dropped off some gifts to their teachers, then we headed home to make our gingerbread house from a kit. . . (Yeah, that's right. . . you can call me Martha.)
Paige said it was a "girl's day." We made our gingerbread house, ate chicken nuggets, and played candyland. It was such a nice day, just me and her and some Christmas tunes. (Mo was napping) It reminded me of the good old days before she was in school. We would eat lunch together on the back patio in the sun and she would walk a full circle around the yard in between each and every bite of her blt. She always finished her sandwich, it just took forever!
We're not scared of a little viral conjunctivitis around here. We'll still share some gingerbread and give goodnight kisses. . . but it sure does look nasty!
I called Shane, and he said. . . you better keep her home. And here's the rest of the story:
Paige: I GET to stay home from school!?! . . . . (and in the same breath). . . . . WAAAAAAAA!!!!!We'resuppposedtoOHHHWAAAAAAgbgerbreadWAAAAAawardWAAAAA!!!!
Me: WHAT? Please stop yelling and crying and say it clearly. I'm not sure why you're even crying.
Tyler (translating): They're supposed to make gingerbread houses and get awards in the assembly today.
Me: OH. . . well, what if WE make our own gingerbread house today?
Paige: really? Well, is it going to be BIGGER than the one at school?
Me: sure
Paige: O.K. I'll stay home from school.
It's all about quantity with this one.
We went to Tyler's award ceremony and dropped off some gifts to their teachers, then we headed home to make our gingerbread house from a kit. . . (Yeah, that's right. . . you can call me Martha.)
Paige said it was a "girl's day." We made our gingerbread house, ate chicken nuggets, and played candyland. It was such a nice day, just me and her and some Christmas tunes. (Mo was napping) It reminded me of the good old days before she was in school. We would eat lunch together on the back patio in the sun and she would walk a full circle around the yard in between each and every bite of her blt. She always finished her sandwich, it just took forever!
We're not scared of a little viral conjunctivitis around here. We'll still share some gingerbread and give goodnight kisses. . . but it sure does look nasty!




























