I had this coat when I was in high school—I think maybe my junior/senior years. Then I gave it to my Aunt Marge and she wore it forever. She just gave it back to us for Owen…and it’s a bit big but he doesn’t care. He LOVES it. I might need to write Land’s End about this one. (I also know I have one picture of me in it, but it’s black and white in a yearbook…and I have to find it. Stay tuned.)
This was one of the toys she packed for the trip.
I’ve been wanting to try the s’mores pizza at Paddle Hard Brewery for quite some time… And today was the day. 🙂
When you’re away from home and didn’t pack any hair product because you were planning on getting a blowout at the beauty school but they were closed for the holidays so you have to wash your hair at home and it’s not convenient to go to town so you have to rely on the hair products that are already here and all there is is mousse from high school. 😂
So then you post it to Facebook and a friend jokes:
And I was compelled to respond with this:
Owen wanted to be buried!
Yes it’s pretty…I’ll give you that. ❄️
Excuse my French. LOL
Though honestly I wouldn’t say that until it was a bit more blizzard-y.
I finally made it in for Katie’s rescheduled-from-Thanksgiving P/T conference. Why did it take so long, you ask? Good question. Buckle up.
So, remember we missed P/T conferences due to a death in our family? Well, I didn’t think it would be a big deal to reschedule…because why would it be?! And Owen’s (third grade) was fine, but for Katie (kindergarten) it seemed to be a huge deal and it could. not. be. done. But no one ever gave a reason—just that it couldn’t be done.
To her credit the teacher tried to have me come in over lunch on a day I was going to volunteer, but a week later I got an email saying “I’ve been advised by my team to not schedule a conference outside of conference week.” What?! What the hell difference does it make? She said we can do it over the phone but I really really hated that idea. I just could not fathom any reasonable explanation for this.
Not trying to be annoying or make a mountain out of a molehill—but obviously wanting an answer—I emailed the principal (and CCd the teacher) explaining funeral, other kid’s rescheduling, past school’s experience, and simply asked for clarification.
FIVE DAYS LATER (!) I got an email from the teacher saying she’d talked with the principal about my email and although it was against district policy, it was decided that she can meet with me (“since your son’s teacher did”) but I never actually received any response from the principal regarding the policy in general but the teacher says it’s strictly a district-wide rule so it doesn’t start an avalanche. She said technically Owen’s teacher shouldn’t have done it. (And she didn’t care–she was just following the rules.) I told her we can always meet outside of school over a bottle of wine.
But I digress. 🙂
Katie is doing very well—she’s on par for pretty much every thing. The teacher’s only real comment was that she’s “a little chatty.” 🙂
On the way out I saw this wall so had to stop and look for Katie’s.
I sat this bag on the couch and within a few minutes she’d crawled in.
The room mom had a game prepared for me so all I had to do was show up and run the game!
When you weren’t planning on wearing makeup but you got called in as a replacement volunteer mom for your kid’s holiday party…
She loves ink stamps. As you can see. 🙂
She had other ideas.
She was obviously desperate for some attention and decided this is where she had to be while I was doing business Christmas cards.
Every once in awhile I will take a photo where my hair happens to look shorter…and I usually like it. Today was that day.
I don’t think I’d want to go much shorter than this…
But.
If what usually happens actually happens, I’ll now have a dream where I cut my hair short (or it accidentally gets cut short) and I completely freak out and wonder what the hell I was thinking.
That said, I am not planning on doing anything until the color starts coming out again…at a bare minimum. Stay tuned.
How hilarious is this? Look at their outfits!
Katie: purple coat, pink pants, purple boots (pink kitty hat)
Sophia: pink coat, purple pants, pink boots (pink bunny hat)
Grannie got us all matching jammies! Well, matching bottoms with shirts with sayings!
Grannie made us scarves!!
Papa being silly!
Perfect pictures from my well-trained kids…
…and then daddy walked in with news of a brand new Pokemon in the yard. 😆
And our Santa Hat Project to date (I can’t believe I missed a yer!).
I wanted to get a pic of Katie’s sassy outfit: Owen’s old shirt, some leggings, and her new favorite thrift store boots. (Plus I wanted to do more test photos with my awesome new iPhone!)
Crazy static-y hair!
Off to the bus stop! If they wear snow pants, they are allowed to go sledding at recess!
#snowangels #neighborkids #momtographer
And then I looked out and the kids had multiplied! 🙂
And then it was my dad’s idea for them all to make snow angels!
And then left to their own devices, they buried Owen.
I mean really, what are the odds? First, for a bill to get a hit at all—and then to have it show up so close to where we moved? Bizarre.
Grannie wanted to do something “Santa-y” this weekend for the kids, so we found a Brunch with Santa… Unfortunately I think it might be the last year to see Santa—neither one wanted to sit on his lap (though honestly, neither has ever loved the idea) but they agreed to stand at his side. They did enjoy the crafts afterwards, though. 🙂
