We had THE BEST dinner tonight—the kind of dinner you think about for days afterwards because it was just that good. It wasn't at a 5 star restaurant, or even at a restaurant at all—no, it was at Maddie's school cafeteria. We cannot recommend highly enough attending the Kindergarten Potluck Thanksgiving Feast when the kindergarten is made up of not just born-in-the-U.S. kids, but also born in Egypt, Ethiopia, Bangladesh, Mongolia, Bolivia, Peru, and Morocco. Even Gracie did a fair share of gobbling, though a large part of her gobbling was of the Bolivian cake made by our Bolivian grandma friend from the bus stop. (It was highly gobble-worthy). Matt will be daydreaming about some sort of Ethiopian crepes and curry, and jasmine rice and spiced meat something-or-other for the next week.
Our own Thanksgiving preparations are looking mighty bland all of a sudden.
Bridget had a well-baby checkup and Maddie had a sick-baby checkup today. Even though I swore it would never happen again after the last time I had all three girls at the clinic, everyone got a flu vaccine today because WE WERE ALREADY THERE. [no, my inner voice screamed, DON'T DO IT!!] Factor in the extra shots for Bridget, the 102º fever/sore throat/bad ears for Maddie, and the aging heating system at the medical building at Ft Myer which caused it to be 88º inside the clinic, there was a good deal of screaming, wailing, and flailing. We are getting a reputation, I just know it.
You haven't lived until you've coaxed Gracie into getting a spray-it-up-your-nose vaccine. It's really very character-building.
Bridget is, for the record, a gigantic baby. She is taller than Gracie was at a year, and just missed matching her daddy's six month old weight of 20 lbs. But only by 8 tiny ounces...
Maddie was absolutely, totally bummed about missing school today, especially since it was the special Veterans' Day assembly. She told me that she plans on asking Matt to take her to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier on Monday to make up for it. Right after cricket practice, I'm sure. Where does she come up with this stuff?
Gracie informed me tonight that she will only be going potty on the potty on Sundays, Tuesdays, and at night. OK then.
I am very much looking forward to Thanksgiving. Even though I realized tonight it isn't all that far away and I am not at all prepared for the additional eight people who will be joining us. We're going to have to create an actual Martha Stewart-esque timeline for food prep because our kitchen counter space is so limited. You get lazy and leave a knife or a stray glass on the counter and it's enough to tip the balance of the universe.
I have more than 100 books on my to-read list since discovering goodreads. I have never been so efficient at the library, and next time someone asks me what book I want for Christmas, I WILL BE READY. No more blank stares and blank brain.
reading Spanish making clay things that dry into something like plastic chasing boys with her friends (this seems to be a recurring theme in Maddie's school experience) singing celebrating her friend A's birthday at school
Ella the Anteater
Sugarplum, the Crocodillo (Gracie calls crocodiles "Crocodillos")
Lately she's been drawing animals and naming them. You have to love a crocodile crocodillo named Sugarplum, no? Especially when it has long, luxuriant lashes.