*Friday night, I lost Maeve in a bookstore. You look around and realize, umm, where is the other daughter? Then the store intercom: If there is a Bridgett in the store, your party is waiting for you at the information desk. And there she was, crying. I'm trying not to think about what could have happened if someone besides a store employee would have reassured her that he could help her find Mommy. Actually, she probably would have raised a fuss. And we were in a mall and it took me only a few minutes to realize she was gone. Controlled exits, a very verbal 4 year old, and Mike and Mal were in another area, eh, it still makes me crazy.
*After that (and dinner, where the next table was a group of four hipsters who drank mixed drinks and talked to/texted other people than who they were drinking with) we went with Mal and Mary to the big book fair at West County Mall. Mike and I and the girls bought a lot of used books. I found a history of Catholicism in St. Louis; Mike got two big books on the ancient world. No great amazing finds--but good stuff.
*Saturday morning, I took the girl scouts to the Arch. Only 6 girls went, but that actually makes for a nice trip. Mike went, and another dad, and it was relaxed and fun. We had a picnic afterward. Nobody got in trouble. It was good. But, like every time I get out of that tiny elevator after coming back down, I thought to myself, "Ah, I survived another trip to the top."
*Saturday afternoon, the girls rested, I cleaned, and Mike hung out with Leo awhile.
*Saturday night was the Clarkson School Extravaganza--the Irish dance big show that happens every two or three years. It's our first one, and it was really good:
*Sophia in fact is not the oldest girl still in a beginner dress. This made me feel better (she could care less, I'm pretty sure)*Sunday, atrium and church, and then we headed over to school to do infuriating volunteer work. I hate what they're doing right now but I really can't say anything here. Bottom line? Sophia and Maeve have wonderful, intelligent, insightful teachers. As long as that keeps up, we'll keep going there. I just don't think I'm going to drink anymore koolaid, thank you very much.
*Those older kids? They fly through the air. The littlest kids? Adorable. Freakin adorable. Girls in the middle seem to be the workhorses--they all sort of look the same with the wigs and dresses, nothing incredible but nothing amusingly incompetent. It's like three separate shows that way.
*After, Sophia said, "that was a lot more fun than I thought it would be." Ah.
*We got home after 11:30. It's only once every few years after all.
*Sophia, Maeve, and I cleaned up the attic this afternoon. And now, Leo is asleep on my lap and the girls are eating dinner with Mike.
It was a good, but swift, weekend.
1 comments:
Ah, the bookstore thing... it has happened to me, more than once. Twice, actually, at the ST. LOUIS ZOO. With the same child. Twice, two years apart. Sheesh, you'd think he'd have learned after the first time. And, same thing... a zoo employee came up to him and said how much he liked penguins too (my boy was holding a penguin stuffed animal - THAT'S HOW CHILD PREDATORS GET KIDS TO TALK TO THEM!!!) so my boy just came right along with him. Thank GOd he WAS a zoo employee. I have lost many nights' sleep over that one. I replay it often, too often. But, bottom line: it can happen to anyone, even the most careful parents. Kids are small, think they see their parents but really it's someone else, get shuffled away, and in an instant they're gone. Just gotta keep praying and watching. And biting our nails.
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