The local high school football game was cancelled last night due to thunder and lightning and rescheduled for this afternoon. We thought we would take the opportunity to go catch a game and see our neighbor/babysitter, who is the drum major. Dave's friend Brian from Denver is visiting this weekend and the two of them were out golfing, so I will treat you all to the rollercoaster that is, "A Trip To The Game With Three Kids."
1. We decided to go to the game. We had to get dressed. Thus commences a half hour production of "what's the temperature like? Can I wear a dress? Short sleeves or long sleeves? Long pants or a skirt? If I wear my watermelon tank top do I have to wear a sweatshirt? Can I wear sandals or tennis shoes?" I insisted on long pants and sweatshirts since the house was quite chilly from the night before. I dressed Grace in a turtleneck and sweater with leggings. I, myself wore jeans and a sweatshirt. We got shoes on. We were ready to go. We were happy.
2. We stepped outside the back door only to be hit by a blast of warm, humid air the likes of which we haven't felt here in weeks. We were obviously all overdressed, so we shed our sweatshirts and loaded into the various bikes and contraptions to head off. We were all still happy.
3. About halfway to the high school Sophie had a near miss with a pedestrian. She was coming up behind him and he had moved over to the right so I thought he knew we were there. I called out that we were on his left and told Sophie to go ahead, but apparently he didn't hear me and just that second moved back to the middle of the sidewalk. They collided and he gave what appeared to me to be a dirty look. I apologized profusely and we continued on, but I told Sophie to stop so that I could tell her what to do the next time that happened. She thought I was mad at her and began sobbing in the middle of the sidewalk, when of course the walker caught up to us and felt awful for causing her to cry and began to try to cheer her up. Anyone who knows Sophie, knows that such attempts are futile if not downright detrimental so we were caught in a vicious cycle of him apologizing, her crying and me trying to make them both feel better:
Man: It's o.k. little girl you just surprised me.
Me: Oh, she's fine, just a little surprised herself.
Sophie: (crying) I'm sorry Mommy, I didn't mean to hit him.
Man and Me: No! you didn't even hit him/me. Don't worry.
Sophie: I want my B!!! (blankie)
Me: You're o.k, let's just keep riding.
Man: (bending over Sophie and laying a hand on her back) My granddaughter has a bike just like that. When did you learn to ride it?
Sophie: (shying away from strange man touching her and afraid to answer)
Me: (overly cheerful and wishing he would just keep walking) Oh, she learned this summer, didn't you honey?!
Sophie: (wailing) I don't know why I'm crying!!!!
we were not very happy.
4. By the time we got to the game, all had been forgotten and we couldn't wait to see the band perform and watch out neighbor "run out into the middle of the field and throw that thing up in the air" (in their words more or less) We parked the bikes and went in. No admission. Yeah! No band. Boo!!! Had I thought about it long enough I could have guessed that it would have been nearly impossible for all of those teeneagers to cancel all of their other Saturday plans to show up in the middle of the day for a band performance, but I obviously hadn't thought about it long enough. There was general consternation and despair, followed by vain attempts at distraction, ending in buying them each a snowcone. We were happy again.
5. They wanted to sit in the top row of the bleachers. We did. They were happy. They saw their friends from school down in the front row and weren't happy any more. I told them they could walk down and say hi. Happy. One spilled snowcone on pants. Unhappy. Sophie went down to meet friends and Lily followed. Lily apparently froze halfway down the steps where there was a break in the railing and refused to move. She was led back to me in tears. Unhappy. I walked her down to sit by friends. Happy. Friends had stuffed animals, too and a rousing game of "The kitty cats take a bath in the tub that is a bleacher seat" ensued. Very Happy. It begins to rain...I'll spare you the rest in detail, but you get the drift.
You'll notice that none of the drama involves the "just back from China and getting adjusted" adopted child. No, she was perfectly happy to ride to the game and sit on my lap. What a trooper! We got home, changed and put Grace down for her nap. The girls played while I fixed the ripped out screen in our front door for the fourth time in as many summers. I believe I have now made it a fortress against all hands below 24 inches. Just as I was finishing it started to pour, making the previous rain look like a mere drizzle. Then the tornado alarms started going off and I flipped on the T.V. to see our county highlighted in red with a big Tornado Warning plastered everywhere. One of our neighbors was over so all of us hightailed it into the basement. Sophie, Grace, and our neighbor Marie were perfectly happy to play downstairs and Sophie showed everyone how to duck and cover your head just like she had learned at school. Lily, however was terrified and kept asking what was going to happen when the
tomato came. Priceless! "What is a tomato?! What happens if a tomato hits you??! I'm scared of the tomato!!"
We safely rode out the tomato scare and emerged from the basement to find the street flooded and the rain gone, so we all donned our galoshes and headed out to stomp in puddles; more like small ponds for the girls. Sophie's boots were leaking so she kept taking them off and dumping gallons of water out. I kept expecting a frog or something equally quaint to come spilling out as well.
So that was our day. Dinner, p.j.s, playtime, story time and into bed. No one got out of bed, not even once, which means I have achieved my goal of completely exhausting them until tomorrow. I have no new pictures for you. Try to get right on that. Until next time.