*This is a complicated weekend for us. Tomorrow is Father’s Day, and as far as I know none of the children has done anything to prepare for it with regard to their own father. The dogs have a present for Pure Luck. (Ssh, don’t tell!)
*Monday is The Princess’ birthday, and we will be having a party, the five of us, at lunchtime tomorrow. (On Monday our window of opportunity is limited because she has Art Camp until 3, and #1 Son works 4-11 p.m.) I kind of want to stay home and celebrate here, but realistically, I’m exhausted after church, which makes going out somewhere preferable. To further complicate matters, their dad is picking them up at 4 to go to a Father’s Day cookout with his family. It’s frustrating when I feel my time to celebrate a special day with my child is being pushed around by things I cannot control. Further, his birthday is Tuesday, which just adds to the general festival air, or at least to the need for shopping. Although I must say he did not remember to help the kids do anything for my birthday, so perhaps I can bag out of this one. Meanwhile, I have a present for her, but the guys haven’t done anything and expect me to help them figure it out today.
*On a happier note, I got to spend yesterday at Fun Town with The Princess and three friends: SmartyPants, Best All Around, and Call My Cellphone. The four girls had a great time, took turns pairing off for rides and declared me “the nicest mother ever” and our day “the best birthday party ever.” This might have had something to do with my willingness to buy pizza, frozen lemonade and, just before we left, “Dippin’ Dots, the Ice Cream of the Future.” Or maybe I really am pretty nice. I certainly know how to host a party. We had to take a disposable camera, since Pure Luck and #2 Son were hiking with our digital, so photos will come later.
*The hike was huge, to the top of Mount Lincoln and then across to Lafayette. #2 Son was tired but happy when they returned. The boy is a hiker! This is pleasing to Pure Luck, who was looking for a hiking companion at the same time he was looking for a woman in his life, but really only got the latter in me.
They planned the next photo hoping to get a gasp out of me. They came close.
They saw and managed to get (somewhat blurry) pictures of an American Marten, a really exciting development in their hike.
*Finally, the best moment of yesterday had to be sitting on the “grandstand” beside the Grand Prix cars at Fun Town and listening to two mothers sitting behind me talk about their kids. One of them kept referring to her 13 and 10 year old sons by their names, which are, and I am not kidding you, Keanu and Topaz. When I told him the story, Pure Luck said, “You might as well name them Please Beat Me Up.”