Ohio became a state on March 1, 1803 – a fact that was celebrated by the fourth grade at Julia’s school, yesterday. The social studies teacher had requested donations for the class parties last week and I happily volunteered to send in the cake (which I made joyfully and lovingly) for Julia’s class. (Twice.)(The party was postponed once.)(And thank goodness. The Cake, Second Edition was much better than the first. [This is why there are no pictures of the first one.])
The cake didn’t end up in Julia’s class, though. The parents who wished to donate cakes all had kids in the same class, so the cakes were randomly assigned instead. Julia informed me that our cake was the only one that was homemade and was THE MOST ENORMOUS. (It weighed 12 pounds.)(I know I’m ridiculous.) After feeding the class, it also fed the staff in the principal’s office and the custodian. I’m not sure if that made her proud or embarrassed or, more than likely, nothing at all because it’s just a cake!
I’m beginning to think I find cake to be more exciting than most people.
The Ribbon Festival was on Saturday. (You remember The Ribbon Festival. We’ve been there one, two, three, four, five times before.) It had been on my calendar for a month. The dresses had been chosen for a week. The day before, I had pulled out the music and numbered the measures, hung out the dresses, and located the shoes – in fact, we’d done a test fitting, just to be sure we were ready. But two hours before performance time, we were not ready. Julia had lost a shoe and Lucy’s shoes, suddenly and inexplicably, did not fit. So, at forty-five minutes to showtime, after a swift foot measurement, I sent the girls down their respective aisles at the shoe store with the task of selecting a black dress shoe in their size. This is how Julia ended up with a pair of heels – low heels, but HEELS – and Lucy, wedges.
This wouldn’t have happened on any other day.
They put them on right there in the store and walked proudly out of the mall like they had those robot legs from Herbie Hancock’s Rockit video.
Amazingly, we were on time for the event.
Lucy battled her stage fright on the bench for 68 agonizing seconds (which I cut from the video) before tentatively, but successfully performing Lightly Row.
Julia played Minuet 2.
They felt pretty good about themselves.
They were almost as pleased with their ribbons as they were with their shoes.
She put them on and was stunned by all the things she hadn’t been seeing.
“I can read that sign over there!”
“You couldn’t read it before?”
“I didn’t even know it had words on it before!!!”
I’m just so thankful we figured it out. She’d seemed so tired and somber lately that I was getting concerned. I mentioned it to her teachers and one of them suggested that she might be having trouble seeing. And that’s a much better problem than the ones I was fearing!
Anyway. I think they suit her.
“Jack, you’re in the snow!”
Is that what that is?
Can we go in now?
This place has been quiet for 33 days, which is the longest I’ve ever gone without publishing something here. I might have gone longer had I not decided to make heart-shaped Jell-o cookies in six different colors for both Julia and Lucy’s Valentine parties at school.
Look at them!
Okay, they don’t look like much, especially compared to Helen’s. (I found the recipe on her blog.) But they tasted great. And they were a lot of work, which is why I’m showing them to you now. They represent an entire day of my life.
Along with the cookies, the girls took the valentines they made for their classmates to school. Lucy made handprint hearts.
Julia made origami lollipop hearts.
Meanwhile, these two have been sleeping together.
*Remember that song?