I Met a Sloth

Did I ever tell you about the time that I met a real sloth? It turns out that this is something that one can do simply by paying the zoo lots of nice money!

My older kid has always been the zoo's biggest friend, and the world's second-hardest human to shop for (her father is the world's hardest human to shop for, so it might be genetic), so her big Christmas gift from me last year was a day at the zoo with us, with the extra activities of a sloth encounter AND a dolphin encounter.

We met all the animals for Christmas!

But first: my favorite sea lion pose:

And, of course, at this zoo there are plenty of animals that you can meet without paying any extra money:

If you, a full-grown grown-up, don't leave the touch tank wet to your elbows, are you even a homeschool graduate?

As someone who has regular internal hysterics on the daily about the fact that all my family! Is not in the same room at the same time! Much less the same state!, just walking around the zoo together was my own favorite part of Christmas break:

Okay, I lied. My favorite part of Christmas break was THIS guy!!!

We got to hang out with him and coo over him and watch him eat snacks while his zookeeper talked about him and answered our questions--

(Look! He smiled at me!)

And then WE got to feed him snacks and take our photos with him! And then, THEN he curled up in a little ball!

He. Was. ADORABLE. 

Sloths don't seem like big thinkers, and there weren't really any thoughts apparent behind those big, brown eyes, but here he is scratching himself:

Oh, and here he is eating just one more snack:

Look how slowly he moves!!!

I swear I felt like I came out of a fugue state when we finally left our new sloth friend. I had no idea how much time had passed, what day it was, or what was happening in the outside world.

Might as well go visit the flamingos!

If nothing else, they'll scream you out of your meditative zone of contemplation!

We've seen free-range kangaroos at other zoos, but I think this is the first time we've visited since they've come to our zoo. There were very few people out on this cold late afternoon right before the New Year, so the kangaroos had plenty of room to hop all around in our vicinity and act like we weren't there:

I always forget that in December, the elephants and zebras and giraffes really aren't there, so we walked through a silent and empty African savannah--

--but the orangutans were around--

--and so were the dolphins!

After the dolphin show, my partner and kid went off to meet the stars of the show, while I hung out by the fire pit and got completely obsessed with the entity I call Twinkle Tree:

Every few minutes, it would do a whole light-up musical number, then go back to being a regular Twinkle Tree for another ten minutes or so. Even after the others came back from their encounter and wanted to walk around some more and tell me all about the dolphins they'd met, I was all like, "Shhh!!! Twinkle Tree is about to go off!"

I... may have sat there until I watched Twinkle Tree's entire repertoire. I don't even want to guess how long that took.

Eventually, my partner only managed to lure me away by wondering out loud if the Twinkle Tunnel also put on a show every few minutes...

It didn't, humph, but it was still pretty cool:

This turned out to be SUCH a good present! The kid loved it, of course, but I definitely loved it the most. We spent the whole day together, and although I sobbed miserably a couple of weeks later when we dropped her back at college, then spent another couple of weeks in a depression, pretty much just crying, listening to lavender country, and finishing the puzzle we'd worked on all break, I think all that together time shored up my emotional state so that I wasn't as much of a wreck as I usually am.

Yes, that was me NOT being as much of a wreck, ahem.

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My Girl Scout Troop Earned the Retired Games for Life IPP During a Troop Trip

What I'm pretty sure will be the last Girl Scout badge I earn with my Girl Scout troop was also one of the most fun!

My Girl Scout troop does earn current, official GSUSA badges, but there's not enough variety in those badges to accommodate the full scope of all their interests (you should hire me to fix that, GSUSA!), so we've always incorporated retired and Make-Your-Own badges into our troop activities. 

In particular, the kids have been wanting to earn the retired Games for Life IPP for over a year, but what with one thing and another, between cookie sales and volunteer work and their high school activities and troop travel and part-time jobs, we just never made time for it. But I also like to have the kids earn a badge while we travel, and considering that there's also not a good Travel badge for Ambassadors (SIGH, GSUSA!), when we were planning our Spring Break troop trip to Boston I figured that this Games for Life IPP would be as good as any to earn then... as long as we rewrote it entirely, of course!

And if you're going to be traveling, what better badge to write than one all about travel games?

That's how this Games for Life IPP turned into the super fun, travel-themed Gamemaker badge. And this is what the kids did to earn it!

Step 1: Teach someone a new-to-them travel game. Learn a new-to-you travel game.

The kids actually completed this step last summer during our troop trip to Cincinnati--I told you they'd been wanting to earn this badge for a long time! When the kids were packing for that trip, I asked them each to include a favorite travel-friendly game. Then while we were hanging out in our AirBnb that night, they spent some time together teaching each other their games and playing them. Turns out my kid isn't the only one with a decade-plus obsession with Professor Noggin!

Step 2: Make and play Travel BINGO.

My partner made super cute blank BINGO cards and printed them two-to-a-page onto cardstock. I brought the cards, pens, and some scrap paper, and bought a couple of pairs of $1 scissors during our grocery shopping trip. I explained the concept of what I wanted us to do, then we all worked for a while on writing out fun BINGO prompts of things to do or see, inside jokes, and little dares, cutting each prompt out, and folding up all the little slips of paper and putting them into a hotel coffee cup. 

We passed the cup around, and each person took a prompt, wrote it in a blank space, and then put the prompt back so someone else could maybe get it. After we'd gone around a couple of times and I'd gotten an idea of the overall tone of the prompts, I also sneakily wrote out a few more and popped them in, ahem. I wanted every kid to have a prompt that was directly about them, and the kids seemed really excited about the prompts that read like little dares. 

When we got to the last couple of rounds I pulled out all the prompts one by one and read them out loud, and people could use their last couple of blanks to "adopt" a prompt if nobody had pulled it yet, or just write one down if it sounded especially fun.

Everyone's BINGO games turned out so great! Here's mine from the first night:

The kids and the chaperones LOVED this activity! It really seemed to encourage everyone to stretch themselves to try new things and put themselves out there a little more than they might otherwise have. We're not very competitive together and there weren't any prizes, anyway, so we just cheered each other on and all tried to get BINGOs.

Step 3: Make and play travel games in an Altoids tin. 

Only a Girl Scout troop leader can travel TO a place with more luggage than they travel home with, because I traveled to Boston with six Altoids tins and a ton of cardstock travel game templates in my backpack, and I came home with zero Altoids tins and far fewer cardstock templates!

For this project, my co-leader donated all the Altoids tins, and I printed several of these gameboard templates and these tangrams. If we'd been home, we would have had more craft supplies available and so could have put the effort into decorating and embellishing the Altoids tins, but for our immediate purposes it was enough for the kids to put together some fun travel games in their Altoids tin, then try them out by playing together. 

Step 4: Play a live-action game.

There are actually tons of games of this sort available when you travel to most cities, from Escape Rooms to Murder Mystery Dinners to Scavenger Hunts or even Geocaching. Boston has all of that, and I was especially tempted by the scavenger hunts, but I was already force-marching the kids around town enough while making them earn their Junior Ranger badges, and the Boston Tea Party Ships and Museum is at least less walking!

When we checked in for our tour, we each got a real character to play:

Alas, you didn't *have* to be in character during the tour and activities, so in that manner it wasn't so great for the badge, but the paid actors were VERY in character, so at least the kids got to experience that part of it. 

And we all threw some tea into Boston Harbor, so we *were* all in character a little bit!

Step 5: Play a historical or geographically-relevant game.

I had thought about bringing the supplies for everyone to make a set of Nine Men's Morris and play it, but I was already bringing so many other craft supplies that I ended up deciding not to pack even more. I was VERY excited, then, to see that Abigail's Tea Room, part of the Boston Tea Party Ships and Museum, not only had sets of Nine Men's Morris, but there was also a costumed actor who taught one of the Girl Scouts how to play.

And then she could teach the other kids!

Step 6: Play some travel solitaire games, then create your own original travel solitaire game for someone else to play.

I printed and packed mazes and word search puzzles for our trip--I had SO much Girl Scout stuff in my luggage! I'd intended for us to do them one night in our hotel, but our last couple of nights had been so busy that we didn't get to them until we arrived at the airport for our flights home.

That actually turned out to be a terrific time to pull them out, since the travel games could really fulfill their purpose of keeping the kids actively entertained while we waited for our flight, then again during the long layover before our second flight. 

I also brought along graph paper (because of course I did) so that the kids could create their own word searches and mazes and Sudokus. I loved seeing what everyone came up with, and some of their word searches were REALLY hard!

This turned out to be the perfect badge for a troop trip! Rewriting badge requirements should be, in my opinion, a far more normalized process within Girl Scout troops. It requires the kids to be actively involved in the planning, it increases relevancy, and it improves buy-in much more than using the pre-packaged activities does. 

These travel games also modeled a screen-free, social way for the kids to entertain themselves during our long travel days. People DO need brain breaks while traveling, and while your phone is always an easy solution, I think the kids saw that ultimately it was a lot more fun to chat together while solving word searches than it would have been for each of them to sit silently together on their phones. Boston BINGO was also SO much fun, and really improved camaraderie and kept everyone mindful of encouraging, cheering on, gently teasing, and just plain interacting with everyone else. 

So, fine, GSUSA. If you'd had an Ambassador-level Travel badge like *I* think you should, we would have just earned that and not stretched ourselves to make this Games for Life badge fit our trip, and we would have missed out on all the fun we had making and playing travel games together. 

I still think you should have an Ambassador-level Travel badge, though... You could even put travel games ON it!

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To Philadelphia and Back in 22 Hours

How are we already here again? Two years ago exactly, my older kid and I were on a whirlwind tour to see one last college before she made up her mind about where she was going to go to school. 

That feels so long ago, but also like it was yesterday, you know? That kid I took on her last college tour before Decision Day was still a kid. Just two years later she's still my baby, but she's no longer a child. She finished growing up there at college when I wasn't there to see it.

Now I'm supporting my younger kid as she makes the same kind of agonizing decision, and she's simultaneously the most grown-up, confident, sophisticated human I've ever had the privilege to know and also my precious four-year-old in a thrifted velvet dress, butterfly wings strapped to her back, mashing dandelion flowers into a pretend pie in her backyard mud kitchen.

How can I let that tiny little sprite out of my sight, much less drop her off and leave her at a college 700 miles away? Wasn't it just last week that she sat on Santa's lap and told him that she wanted a kitten for Christmas?

How about we just try not to think that far ahead for a bit. Let's just think about not forgetting where in this massive Economy Lot we're leaving the damn car:

Then we'll just think about the following:

• airport security
• napping during the flight
• finding the SEPTA station at the Philadelphia International Airport and buying rail tickets for later (the station in the college town apparently doesn't have its own ticket kiosk? Because... reasons?)
• booking and riding in my very first Lyft (super smooth process, but our driver did treat us to an anti-Philadelphia screed while also spurning the highway in favor of only surface streets, making the ride take so long that the Lyft app sent me a push notification asking if I was okay or was I in peril)
• getting dropped off at the campus gates and then immediately hoofing it to the nearest Starbucks for caffeine and a breakfast wrap
• taking one sip of my chocolate cream cold brew and realizing as soon as the stimulant hit my brain that we were about to be late for the Welcome event
• hoofing it back to campus at double-speed

And then, of course, exploring this beautiful college campus and learning about the school and meeting some students and staff and watching my kid make friends with the other kids on the tour. 

This school has a literal cloister why?

The kid is more of a sucker for the Collegiate Gothic architectural style than I am. Who wouldn't want to have class inside a castle?

Just between us, and knowing what y'all know about this kid, I'm pretty sure the fact that this school is basically a poorly-disguised cult for worshipping Athena is its biggest draw for her...

Statue of Athena, at which the students leave offerings. Tell me it's not a cult.

When we were given a little free time, the kid and I OBVIOUSLY beelined straight to the library. College libraries are some of my favorite campus buildings to explore!

Check out the original statue of Athena up high where students from the rival college can't reach her, and also plaster casts taken from the genuine Parthenon metopes on display at the British Museum. I'm just gonna leave this right here.

So envious that they have a whole room of puzzles! They also have a craft club with its own permanent, dedicated studio and an art club, also with its own permanent, dedicated studio. 

I read this book in grad school!

I'm telling you, the owl iconography is INTENSE. I kind of wanted to ask how this impacted their enrollment of students from certain Native American nations, but I'd already asked soooo many weird questions that I felt I should probably leave some weird questions for other people to ask.

Tell me that this is not a shocking number of owls, though?!?

I am SO glad that I'm not seventeen years old and trying to figure out where I want to go to college. The amazing choices that she has are a blessing, a luxury, and a direct result of the hard work this kid has done and the phenomenal person she is, but it's also an awful burden to have to decide.

Let's spend the next few hours not thinking about it, and instead thinking about how to navigate the SEPTA system, especially because Jefferson Station booted us out into a shopping mall with no discernible exit, and it took us at least 20 minutes to find our way out to the street. Also, while I was standing at one of the big maps and figuring out our route, a kind stranger came over to gently point out that I was tracing the trolley line and not the rail line. Because apparently Philadelphia also has trolleys!

I'd wanted to see Chinatown, browse a couple of bookstores, walk around the Independence sites, etc., and we had plenty of time to do that, but I'd neglected to take into account that by the time we got downtown we'd have been up and at 'em for approximately 14 hours, and shockingly for me when confronted with a tourist site, I was starting to fade.

Imagine! ME!!! Forgetting to so much as take a snapshot of the Chinatown Gate as we walked under it! Unwilling to walk a few extra blocks over to the bookstore I'd Pinned! Too tired to make the extra effort to take a close-up photo of Independence Hall!

Not even the facts of my own exhausted near-tears and the kid who dances on pointe six days a week admitting that her feet hurt could stop me from paying my respects to Ben, Deborah, and Francis Franklin, though:

That was the last tourist thing we did, though. After that we trudged straight back to Jefferson Station, caught the train back to the airport, did the whole security theatre dance number one more time, and collapsed at our gate, where the kid proceeded to sleep as soundly as if she'd been in her bed back home for the remaining two hours until our flight.

I, on the other hand, finished my book (Peter Darling), started another (Beartown), and discovered that, gasp, the Philadelphia International Airport only stocks Pepsi products?!? NOOO!!! Mama needs her Diet Sprite!

I reluctantly nursed my... Starry? WTF is a STARRY?!?... and made it last until we got back to our home airport, at which point I'd forgotten that I'd even taken a photo of our parking spot. Thank goodness for the teenager, who just flat-out remembered where we parked in her head, and who loudly sang our personal mash-up of "Party Rock Anthem," "California Girls," and the entire Percy Jackson musical with me to keep me awake for the drive home. 

I want her to go to absolutely the BEST college, y'all, and also I never want her to leave my side for a second. 

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Eighteen Eclipse Buntings in Thirty Days

Because it's very important to teenagers that you stay humble, my own teenager was quick to inform me that, despite the unexpected and fleeting popularity of my handmade eclipse buntings in my Pumpkin+Bear etsy shop, I was not, and likely never would be, "viral."

Whatever. I still enjoyed my brief moment in the #girlboss sun!

I also finally finished The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel while I sewed, ending up with exactly 8 minutes left in the series finale at the moment that I cut the last thread on my last bunting, so that's yet another big accomplishment.

Now I'm watching that Duggar documentary series while I sew marble maze fidgets, and hoo-boy is THAT a wild ride! I did watch that show back in the day, when I was more entertained by secondhand cringe than I am now, although my REAL secondhand cringe favorite was Jon and Kate + 8. I could still happily endlessly chew over every single one of those episodes, snarking away about all the horrible adults. Remember the time that the family got a free trip to Disney World and then they got free ice cream and Kate wouldn't let the kids eat it? Or when they got the free trip to the Crayola Crayon hands-on place and she wouldn't let them do most of the activities? I'm STILL made on the kids' behalf!

I definitely didn't do any of the things that I probably should have done when blessed with a suddenly popular (not viral! Never say viral, at least not to a teenager!) listing. I'm pretty sure I should have done... something to further market or build on or... something. So maybe I didn't exactly #girlboss after all, lol. Oh, well! I mostly gave up my #handmade #girlboss dreams back when I gave up craft fairs.

Sewing all those bunting orders was really fun while it lasted, though! 

P.S. I actually wrote a tutorial for this bunting, so you can make your own!

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