This has been a long week... not as long as I originally expected, given that I screwed up on the dates for the two night Troop Camping PLUS training that the girls and I are attending. THAT is next weekend. I realized on Thursday night at around midnight that I didn't know if I needed to bring a tent or not. Now, part of why I signed up for this training in January is because I figured that even the most hard-core of scout councils would not put a bunch of moms and their 6-12 year old daughters in a tent on a rainy weekend in January on the Northern California coast. Maybe I just assumed myself into a weekend of assured mutual misery. Well, okay. Oh, so I sent e-mail to the office asking for a supply list only to be replied to with some confusion as to why I was loading my gear a week early.
I'm just SO organized. That's it. Yep.
What else? Busy week- Avery had her first two rehearsals as a Level I in the San Francisco Girls Chorus. She's been singing nonstop these past few days. We did have the fortune of meeting up with another lovely family that lives close to us and we already have a carpool going. You know the saying 'necessity is the mother of invention'? Okay, so I saw that on School House Rock. Well, normally, I would never fob my daughter off on people I don't know and trust them to drive 40-60 minutes each way in Friday traffic with my precious cargo. But you know what? If this is going to happen for her, it has to work with our lives- Dean and Vi and I still have commitments- Dean in particular since he has a J - O - B. So, we've got a carpool. I am picking their daughter up from school one day during the week and they are picking Ave up. I'm so grateful for this opportunity for her and I think that the fact we just happened to have an audition spot right next to this other family's little girl was providence.
I led the Brownie meeting yesterday and even if Avery wasn't there, it was a great time. We tie-dyed t-shirts, made terrariums and tried to toast marshmallows with solar-reflector ovens we made with foil and mixing bowls. I love doing the tie-dyeing. I put plastic garbage bags over the girls so that they (hopefully) wouldn't get dye all over their clothes. Just making garbage-bag-smocks and wrapping 6 seven-year-olds up in them was cause for much fun and hilarity. They were so funny- one of 'em even said, 'Coach Amy?(some of the girls call me this rather than trying to pronounce my last name), isn't this what we're NOT supposed to do?' as I was putting the plastic bag over her head. Exactly. The terrariums turned out pretty nifty, too.
Avery's kitten came home this week. Her name is Alexa which suits her. She is dramatically white- snow white- with big, yellow-green eyes. She has really made herself at home here. She doesn't want anything to do with being confined to Avery's room while she recovers from being spayed. Ave is head over heels for her. I love, love, love her little personality. Choco(my little chiweenie) chased her the first time he saw her. Now, they spend the afternoons play-fighting and sleep curled up against one another. They are SO cute together. She is totally tolerant of our spastic Jack Russell Terrier pup(Mellie) that Vi picked out.
Yes, we've been invaded by the next generation of pets. Or, pests, as Dean calls them. Naw, Dean grumbles when I bring a new pet home but then he ends up loving them just as much, if not more, than everyone else. I'm working to get the girls into a routine that includes care of their pets, as well as themselves. Brush teeth, wash face, scoop cat litter, wash hands, go to bed.
People may think I am crazy, but growing up I was always surrounded by animals and, honestly, if your kid isn't in the very center of the social bell curve- animals are a really good way to reinforce good socialization that they might otherwise not get. I have one daughter who is a social butterfly and one that could pretty much care less about her peers. With pets- I don't know, they love you even when you make mistakes, you get immediate gratification for taking care of their needs and thinking about their wants, likes and dislikes, and they do inspire great empathy. Both my girls are very protective when it comes to animals- any animals, really. They even get mad at me for killing spiders unless I (sometimes) tell them a littlewhitelie and say it was a 'yellow sac' which is code for venomous(as in it can bite you and hurt you). Anyhow, having a puppy and a kitten at the same time is as much fun as a barrel of monkeys... which, ultimately, means nothing has really changed around here at all except the culprits behind the chaos. *sigh*