Bubbles rise and float free
Mama says that my blog posts can be too braggy, and she’s right. That’s because I don’t like to air my dirty laundry here for many reasons
- you don’t want to read about my problems
- the kids will read this all someday–probably sooner than later
- some part of me adheres to old-fashioned propriety in this way
So, while that may make this blog seem like bubblegum pop rather than Tom Waits, I’m skipping over all the shitty parenting I’ve done over the last two weeks and getting on to the fun things we’ve done, like yesterday’s Purim carnival at Jewel’s preschool.
3B loved the name of the game where you throw a bean bag at Haman’s face: Haman Tossin’. G-d help us all, the kid is a multilingual punner. Both kids, of course, also loved the popcorn, cotton candy and moon bounces, which have as much to do with Purim as I do with the International Space Station, but those did keep the kids around longer. And, there was plenty of Haman-hating, Esther-loving fun in other places, although I’m not sure that 3B’s sand art craft–a Christmas star–quite fits in with that.
Before the festival, 3B and I had spent most of the weekend lying on the couch watching TV while Mama and Jewel were at their sleepover. Not because we’re lazy bums, but because he had a fever that peaked at 102 on Saturday evening. It was a cold that burned through him in a day, but while it was burning bright, it was as if 3B were made of smoke.
Despite that, we did start one important experiment, which turns out to be a three-day journey: burying artifacts in polymer sand to see if it will harden around them enough to create an archaeological dig. If it will, we’ll create a dig for 3B’s school international night, where we signed up to represent Egypt. He wants to bring date candy for the food–don’t have to ask me twice, although a date shake from Indio would really be the capper.
Though I’m not sure that counts as Egyptian…hmm.
Turns out the sand has to dry for three days, so we’ll find out Tuesday night if we succeeded, but so far it looks good.
We also enjoyed easier pleasures, like black and white cookies and milk a la Hank Zipzer though ours were from Starbucks rather than an authentic deli, but that’s just our first stop on our search for the perfect black and white cookie.
As for Jewel and Mama, they had a good time at their sleepover, even if Jewel did roll off the futon three times. No harm, no foul, since it was a four-inch fall. Mama said Jewel didn’t even really wake up.
While I’m glad they had fun, my heart twinges every time I realize that Jewel’s best friend lives so far away–near our old condo. But then I remind myself that we’ve only been at our new house for three months yet, and friends will come.
And now that we’ve moved, we can have Jewel in preschool, which we didn’t do at our old place since we were always just about to move. For, like, about three years. And preschool will make it easier for her to make friends, even though more seems to separate her from her classmates at this age than joins them.
Because Jewel misses the cutoff by one day, she’ll forever be the oldest in her class. This won’t matter in high school, but right now, she’s the only one in her class who isn’t in diapers, and she reports that there’s one kid in her class who doesn’t talk. This isn’t me being braggy, that’s all totally normal at their age–two, going on three…or even at Jewel’s age of three, going on four.
And that might be an impediment to friendship if kids were like old folks and did nothing but sit around talking about the difficulties of pooping and peeing, but they don’t. The glue–or glue stick–that holds them together is what they do together, and they all like the same kinds of activities, like dressing up. And Jewel just isn’t–as far as I know–the domineering type, despite standing half a head taller than everyone.
Even so, her stature and her pose in this picture makes me think she’s saying, “I have come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I’m all out of bubblegum.”
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