Friday, January 18, 2019

A January Weekend Outside

It was appropriate for our family that the first weekend of the new year was warm and gorgeous, so we got to spend the day outside (only our favorite thing). We had a very busy go, go, go weekend. Saturday morning marked the start of Harrison's winter acting class. We started the day with donuts, made our rounds through the East Village (and one of our favorite stores ever, Raygun), ate lunch at Smokey Row, played at Raccoon River Park, walked around the lake (and did a little exploring on the ice), and went to my sister's birthday party. I would like to say that Sunday was more relaxing for us, but instead we finished building the shelving unit in the basement, baked and cooked for our last family Christmas, and attended that Christmas. Luckily, the gorgeous weather kept me motivated and going the entire time!

Donut Hut is our favorite place for donuts. I figured a little sugar for our busy day was needed.

Harrison was elated to begin his creative acting class at the Des Moines Playhouse. Hubs was very involved in theater throughout high school and is anxious to see if Harrison enjoys it just as much. If this isn't his "thing," we'll be trying something else because this kid definitely needs a creative outlet for his big personality!

We spent some time at Raygun to pick out my sister's birthday gift. I love walking around Des Moines' East Village area and popping into the locally owned shops on beautiful, sunny days.

We couldn't decide on what to get for lunch, but I knew I wanted/needed coffee. Smokey Row fit the bill for all of us. We treated the minis to a Shirley Temple and a Roy Rogers (I kept the Snicker Bar Latte to myself). The minis had a Shirley Temple when we were in Tennessee two years ago, but this was their first time trying a Roy Rogers. They enjoyed them both, along with their lunches.
Harrison chose the 'Uh-Oh Spaghetti O's' off the menu. He's had Spaghetti-O's less than a handful of times in his life and was thrilled with his lunch choice. For the rest of the day he stated how his birthday lunch was going to be Spaghetti-O's. 

Coffee and the beach, even though it was too cold to be in the water. It felt wonderful just to soak up the sun while the minis played on the playground.

Our agreed upon time frame was 30 minutes at the playground and then our hike. The trail was busy and muddy. We only made it about halfway around the trail before we had to stop, play on the ice a little bit, and then head back to the car because we had a few must-run errands before the birthday party. I've been happier this winter because the weather has been cooperative to allow us decent outdoor time. I have yet to feel cooped up or the winter blues.

Back of the leg mud splatters. Not as bad as I thought it was going to be much worse.

Christopher's pizza and cake for Aunt Jenny's birthday.

This was my purse as we walked out of my sister's party. Totally normal to have a Bitty Baby, random articles of clothing, and leftovers sticking out of a mom's purse....

Saturday was such a busy day that I'd like to say we used Sunday to rest.....but it's us, so we didn't. We did have a morning at home and the minis relaxed while Hubs and I finished a new shelving system. I also threw together a vegetarian taco chili and a lemon cake. Sunday afternoon was spent at our fifth and final Christmas celebration. It was a very laid back gathering, which was much appreciated. By this point the minis had been home for 17 days and the craze from Christmas had caught up with me.

The lemon cake was totally made with a box mix and the frosting from a can. It was still amazing!

Thursday, January 17, 2019

That Day I Almost Beheaded The Cat

It should be to no one's surprise that there's many, many WTF or "oh shit" moments throughout my days. I often end my days wondering what parents hear at night from their kids about our days. For example, I received a text at 9 p.m. last night because a child was trying to describe "a MANY  movie we watched with dogs and cats" and the parents had no clue what the child was talking about. I can imagine both parent and child were near tears when I received the text. I tried really hard not to laugh when I typed back "Oliver and Company" to solve the mystery.

There was a moment yesterday I was really happy that nothing came about. I almost beheaded our cat in the front of every single daycare child.  

When I set out our Polar Ice bin yesterday and added the ice cubes with toys, I decided snow would really make this complete. Thankfully I have a door leading to the backyard right in the daycare room (and only steps away from the sensory bin). I opened up the door and started to grab scoops of snow while the kids watched me excitedly.

I plopped mounds of snow in the bin as the kids happily and excitedly played with it. They were amazed at how quickly it melted in their warm hands. I was preoccupied with getting the sensory bin ready and making sure kids had their shirts off or sleeves up. A few minutes went by when I realized I was cold because I hadn't shut the outside door yet. I had my arms full of a 4 month old baby and casually kicked the door shut. Hard. Typically I wouldn't do it this way, but I figured I had every child in eyesight.

I was taken aback when the door bounced back at me. What the heck? I  shifted the baby's weight to one arm and forced the door closed. It didn't even dawn on me to look down to check what was in the way because I knew it wasn't a little human. But it was a cat. 

When I heard a terrifying yelp/yowl/screech come from the door, I paused shoving the door and looked down to see the cat's head caught in the door. I gasped as the cat ran away frazzled and scared. At this point my mind was racing. 

Thank God the cat was running away with her head still attached. I KNOW her favorite place is sitting at this door when it's open and looking out at the backyard. Why didn't I think of this before I started trying to shove the door closed? Why would I not look down?

I almost feel that I got away with something because not one child noticed the cat in the door and me pushing it on her. They were all so engaged with the sensory bin that they didn't even think twice about me chasing after the cat saying "oh no! Sophia are you okay?" As if the cat could answer me. 

Just think about what could have happened. I shudder to think about that text I would have had to send out, not to mention all of the questions I would have had to answer. I would be paying for therapy sessions for 8 kids. I'll count myself lucky that this wasn't a traumatic incident and that the cat is perfectly fine. She even sat and meowed at the door later in the day because she wanted me to open it for her. Brave or stupid cat I'm not sure. Either way, I'm still really happy I didn't have to explain beheading to a group of preschoolers. We'll save that for another day.

Picture of the cat, who's lucky to be alive, sitting at the door waiting for me to open it so she can get in between the heavy door and the screen door to look outside.