This weekend is chock-a-block full of fun things to do! It’s enough to make me throw down my cleaning rag and my vacuum cleaner and spend some time out of the house.
While Steve and I have pledged to clean and organize the house from one end to the other; one room at a time, there still has to be room for fun stuff, right? Last weekend was a bust, too (from a cleaning standpoint. Birthday parties and Superbowl parties took precedence). Next weekend we should be back in business.
But THIS weekend we have free admission to the Orange County History Center which has a fantastic costume exhibition going on now. And then we’ll head over to the park on Park Avenue. It’s Bach Festival time, people. There will be a free concert in the park on Saturday, followed by a free showing of Love Story. If we didn’t have the Abster with us we (ok, I) would totally stay to watch it.
So here’s a new picture of Abi, looking very much like a teenager – ‘OK, whatever Mom’.
I guess this is one of those things that is just a silly anecdote until you’re a parent and it becomes a sad reality.
Let me preface this with a few notes – I am a notoriously horrible check-the-pocket-before-laundering person. In fact, I think I should be disallowed from doing any laundry at all. It ends in disaster. I’ve washed: cell phones (yes, that’s right people – multiple), bank cards (washed AND dried, thank you very much)(again, multiple), lip balm, a wallet, countless tissues, a newspaper and a pack of gum. I don’t check pockets. I’m a busy person.
So it should come as no surprise that Abi’s pockets would go similarly unchecked. And to be honest, I didn’t think I would have to check them at this stage in her life. She is aware of pockets and enjoys putting her hands in them and saying, ‘my hands in the pockets’. Apparently she also enjoys putting crayons in them, as well.
Blue crayon. All over everything. I think Abi wouldn’t have minded if it had been a pink crayon. I find small solace in the fact she’s at the stage where she’s kind of outgrowing what she has in long-sleeved clothing and it will be warmer weather any second now leading into the hazy, mind-numbing, stupefying eternity that is a Florida summer.
I’m sure this will be just the first of many such events. Does anyone know what I can do with the scraps of good fabric?