Lovely Weekend!

Great sakes, what a good time! We had the best weekend. Friday night after school we got Trueby's favorite dinner, yep, Subway, and grabbed a good spot to watch the Jr. Ski to Sea parade. Her daycare had a float and she was excited to go, but they only took big kids. She was super disappointed, but she wasn't letting anything rain on her parade...sorry.Oh, but Saturday! We left Trueby for her first sleepover ever at Sarah's. Granted, with zero expectation that she'd make it through the night. But, whaddaya gonna do? We trucked over the border for a night out, baby! The rarity of not having the chick with us for dinner was overwhelming. I was so torn...do we go fancy, which we never do for the obvious reasons, or Indian, which we never do for other obvious reasons? Indian takes it! A tiny hole in the wall that was actually pretty good. I got a thali platter that could realistically fed 8 people. Yum! There was a totally Wonka candy store across the street and we got a little sweet there afterward. Nice.
And then...We finally got to go to the show I've been WAITING for! Eddie Izzard played at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre and sweet Marie, he was so great!
He built his act around the bizarre fact that when people don't believe in God, the burden of proof is on them to disprove the existence of an invisible, intangible, unprovable being. Funny stuff, right? Throw in jazz chickens, giraffe charades, Jeff Stone...of the Stone Age, and moon landings...Dude. Love that guy!
So we go home and the Trueb, against all odds, has fallen asleep at Sarah's house. Ruthlessly, we drag her home. Poor thing. I completely underestimated her. Thought she would never make it in a strange house, but she was out like a light. Now we'll have to set up another time for her to do it right. Sorry Chris and Lauren!
Sunday she got to celebrate a birthday with her super good friend and it was the most beautiful thing. All these happy seven-year olds and sunshine and a parade of them down the block with instruments and flags. Lovely.

If all that isn't enough to erase the horror of the science MSP last week, apparently I'm just gonna have to live with it until August.

Terrified!

Let me preface this with the acknowledgment that my child is the world's sweetest human being. At the Jr. Ski to Sea parade last night someone was tossing tokens for free cones at DQ to the kids and when she got two, she turned around and gave one to a kid behind her who missed out. Her first concern is always that everyone else is happy. Truly, a lovely child.
But apparently this chick has more of me in her than is good for either one of us. When it comes to me, 90% of the time I get the sunny sweet just like everyone else. But that 10% can shock the shirt off anyone's grandma! Today she actually took a hit herself just to spite me. It was worth that much to her. Granted, I may have provoked her a little bit.
We were running errands today and were shopping in Haggen. Afterward we're going to get lunch and go to Michael's to look for a craft she's been wanting. She fell into the "can I have.." pattern and I wasn't going for it. The kicker was in the florist section where she just "had to have" a blue "It's a boy" banner. Dude! She gets all whimpery and "you never let me have anything" and the whole spiel. As I'm unmoved, she ups it and starts really crying. Still not breaking me. Staring at me as though I'd just kicked a puppy she says, "I am really upset about this! You should be sad about that and I feel surprised and disappointed that you aren't!" I am convulsed in the bleach aisle. She is glaring at me furiously and I cannot stop howling with laughter. Poor kid.
On the way to the checkout line we see a bag of marshmallows that are as big as apples. I kid you not, it was incredible! Distracted from how cruel and unfeeling her mother is, she seems to be back to herself. But out in the car she asks to switch my CD for hers. I tell her it's my turn while we're out, she can have hers on the way home. "Well, let's go home right now then." Really? You don't want to go to Michael's? You don't want to go to lunch? Imperiously she hands me Best of Silly Songs and sniffs, "We can get something at home."
It was important enough that she stick it to me that she gave up the two things she'd been looking forward to all morning. When she hits pre-teen, no one is going to believe me how awful it is because she is the sweetest, most eager to please soul on the face of the Earth! One or the other of us is not going to make it to her adulthood with our intellect fully intact!

Loser Mom

Dude! Could I lose any more credibility as a parent? After work today I went to pick up the chick from her playdate...and when my lovely friend answered the door, her face made it very clear I was nowhere near my kid. "Emma's not here, is she?" Apparently the email reply I typed in response to her suggesting the playdate never got sent. I was looking in my inbox at her letter and thought it was weird I didn't see the little "replied" arrow next to it, but also thought she would think I was an utter moron if I sent her 80 replies so just left it alone. Glad I didn't look like a moron or anything. Duh.
I know, not a huge deal. But you don't know about last week yet. After work I went to pick up the chick from her playdate...sound familiar? Yeah...different friend though. Every time we drive past this place, Emma trills, "That's Madeline's house!" Guess what. It's not Madeline's house. So I knock on the door and when a totally strange man answers, I'm a little thrown, but no big. "Hi. I'm Emma's mom." "Oh, hello." And we stare at each other for a couple beats. Crap. "This isn't Madeline's house, is it?" I have no idea where my kid is. Nice. But, since I know I'm in the right vicinity, I go door-to-door looking for my child. Luckily, I hit it on the second try...and don't think they didn't think that was the best story of the day. Should a dork like that even be raising a child?