Summer Week 7

Day 45 Happy Birthday

 

 

 

 

 

The great thing about Jay having a summer birthday is that we often get to visit him at work on his special day.  After I picked up Bubba from Bible School, we headed to the Dollar Store for balloons.  Bubba was also sure that his daddy needed Gatorade, Juicy Fruit gum, and some water guns.  Then we went across town to get an OMG from the Muse, and back to U of L (can’t get used to that!) to deliver everything.

Inside I kinda laughed at the choice of water guns, but it turns out they came in handy.  That afternoon it unexpectedly poured, and the top was down on the Jeep.  Womp womp.  Jay and Bubba ended up using the water guns to suck a bunch of the water out of the floorboards.  Win.

Day 46 Summer Pizza

Bubba has strong feelings about pizza these days.  His pizza of choice has sauce, pepperonis, and bacon….no cheese.  This is what he ordered Monday night at Rivermont Pizza, and like always, he didn’t eat it all.  So check out what I did with his leftovers the next day at lunch!  I added cheese, tomatoes from Nana’s garden, and basil from ours.  This was a welcomed, yummy break from my geometry test.

Day 47 Math & Treats

 

 

 

 

 

A college friend brought two of her three girls to town for a visit.  After a while of talking math and building together, we went to Mrs. Joy’s for some treats.  This time Bubba and I got a powdered doughnut and a slice of Nutella cheesecake.  I noticed that his little personality was a little different without the shadow of big sister…maybe a bit more joyful and brave.  He was especially fun this day.

Day 48 Camp Pickup

 

 

 

 

It was so good to see Chica after a week at camp.  She spotted us coming down the hill and waved and smiled like she was so excited to see us.  It was fun watching her interact with her new camp friends.  Each camper was given an award by her counselors, and they chose the wisdom award for her.  Her cabin also won the spirit award, and she got an extra snack and drink from the snack bar.  Do you know what that girl did?  She gave the candy she got to Bubba and the drink to Jay.  I think their camp theme of “God, Others, Me” sunk in!

Day 49 VBS

Bubba enjoyed his few hours at VBS each day this week.  One of the teachers for his class was his papa’s college roommate.  So Bubba decided to call up Papa and invite him to the end of the week VBS celebration so they could see each other.  Once we knew Papa was coming, I reminded Bubba that this now meant he would have to sing and do the motions when he was on stage….you can’t invite people to watch and then just stand there.

So he did it!  This most terrible, far away picture will be enough to remind me of his goofiness.  Every time there was a little bit of an instrumental break in the song, he broke out in the Floss, much to the amusement of those around him.

I forgot to take pictures, but we also got invited to a friend’s house to swim in her pool that afternoon.  Moms of littles: the pool situation gets so much better as your kids get older.  Promise.

Day 50 Angie Thomas

Last week’s Saturday morning run was awful, but this week totally made up for it.  I finished almost 9 miles, didn’t get stung by anything, and didn’t see any skunks…only got a whiff of one!  My route took me to the top of the monogram…a view that just never gets old for me.

 

Photo Credit: Jess Hensley Harshbarger

After a trip to Riverside Runners and an afternoon nap, I headed to Richmond for a Chesterfield County Library event to hear Angie Thomas talk about her book and the influence of hip hop music.  She was real, funny, inspiring, and challenging.  Now I’m really looking forward to The Hate U Give movie coming out soon, and also her second novel.  I think my biggest takeaway from her talk was to focus on the what, not the how.  She talked about how people get so caught up in the way in which rappers deliver their message, not stopping to hear the actual message they are trying to communicate.  It’s the same with students.  I want to learn to focus on their what and not so much on the how.  

Oh…and I got to enjoy ice cream with Mom before heading home.  Yay!

Day 51 Fishtail & Reset

I learned a new thing!  NO part of me wants long hair.  Most parts of me don’t even want Chica to have long hair because she doesn’t want to take care of it.  But she’s determined to keep letting it grow, and I must admit I’m enjoying trying new things these days.

I was excited to go to church this morning.  Most Sundays this summer I’ve either been teaching in the two year old class or out of town, so it has been a while since I’ve sat with my kids in the service.  Well, they were a hot mess today, arguing with each other and me from the moment we sat down.  I pulled a teacher move on them: hard reset.  As the music was starting, we left our stuff on our seats, and I marched their grumpy butts all the way out the door and into the parking lot.  I reminded them that we’re not actually here for them to practice your bulletin origami or airplanes, we’re here to worship.  In retrospect I probably wasn’t as calm and loving as I could have been, but it mostly worked I guess.  Take-two in the sanctuary at least didn’t involve any fighting.

Since this morning I’ve been reflecting on how I need a reset too.  I’ve decided to take some time off from serving in the twos class to help get us all back into the habit of worshiping together joyfully.  I’ll miss seeing my little people regularly, but I’m feeling peace about taking a break for my family.

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Happy Pig

So Bubba hit a new phase last week.  I think we’ll call it the Repeat Two Words Over and Over Until Mommy Loses Her Mind phase.

Nana has a pig.  A singing, tutu wearing pig.  The pig was a birthday gift from an equally eccentric family member.  At first Bubba was terrified of the pig, probably because it’s almost as tall has he is, and he accidentally met her eye to eye right outside the bedroom door while in a post-nap stupor.  Creepy pig.  Poor kid.

The pig eventually won Bubba over when he realized that she does, in fact, sing his most favorite song, Happy BirthdaySo now he will sing/dance along with the pig as many times in a row as Mommy can stand.  But always from a distance.  Someone else must push her “butt”…that’s Bubba for “button,” of course.

When I got home from the Grand Canyon, it didn’t take him a but short while to start talking about the “Happy Pig”.  But when Happy Pig comes to mind, it’s somehow not enough to mention her just once or twice.  I think in Bubba’s mind you must repeat a phrase at least twenty times in a row for your audience to know the passion that is felt for a certain subject.

The only tiny problem with this particular current object of his affection is that it’s very hard to distinguish whether he’s talking about the pig or showing off his other latest trick: learning to spell his real name.  Context clues are key here.  So far he’s only got the last three letters down, but either way, they both sound like this:

“I-P-P, I-P-P, I-P-P, I-P-P, I-P-P, I-P-P, I-P-P, I-P-P, I-P-P, I-P-P…”

No less than 20 times in a row.  Every time.

Again, poor kid.