The Ballerina, and Her Bun, and Thoughts on Organization

It's a new year of ballet, and the ballerina finds herself quite eager and prepared:

As the girls grow older, it's been such a relief to be able to gradually give up the exhausting chaos of their tiny years (they're 22 months apart, remember? I yawn just thinking about those days...) and, with their help, actually develop a system and an organization for some things that make our lives so much less stressful.

Take the pink ballet uniform, for instance:

The leotard and tights (the same as last year, thank goodness for stretchy fabrics!), get checked over when Syd gets home from class, hand-washed if they need it, and then put back in Sydney's ballet bag. The ballet shoes (brand-new from the dance store, leather shoes are NOT very forgiving) can go straight into the bag. Generally, Sydney isn't permitted to wear her ballet shoes outside--photos are a special occasion.

Sydney isn't permitted to wear her ballet uniform to play in--it was very expensive, and she has plenty of other leotards, some of them nearly identical, to fuel her at-home ballet daydreams--and so being permitted to run around outside in full uniform, near a fountain, no less(!), was pretty fun:

Being basically the butchest mom on the planet, the ballerina bun has been one of my biggest fears for a long time. I bit the bullet this year, however, and to my surprise...that damn bun is easier to make than a braid!

I've since decided to skip the netting, since I don't bother to slick the rest of Sydney's hair back with gel and spray, but even so the bun is sturdy and simple and attractive, and I've even begun using it to pull the girls' hair up when I want it out of their faces during the week. Who knew?

It's only since I've seen how easy even getting ready for ballet can be with a child who is organized, capable, and responsible for her own gear that I've begun to feel less bad about sending the girls to Montessori when they were littler with tangled hair, dirty faces, no socks, and lunch eaten in the car on the way there. How on earth did those other parents send neat and tidy small children out into the world every single day, on time and with a hot, healthy lunch in their tummies?

Really, however, my greatest revelations ought to concern how to apply this study in organization to all the other remaining areas of overwhelming chaos in our lives. A gymnastics bag, for instance--we'd know where the gymnastics leotards were even before it was time to get ready to go, and Willow might actually be able to find her gymnastics shorts for a change! And if each girl only wore her gymnastics leotard for gymnastics, then perhaps we'd be spared the desperate search among the play leotards each week to find one that fit for class...

And surely there is some sort of simple way to fix a child's hair so that the dratted ponytail doesn't dig into her skull during forward rolls?

Seeing Strange Fruit

Every year I vow that next year I will take my girls to the Lotus Festival of World Music.

Think of the cultural stimulation! The excitement! How it will deepen their understanding of the world, and increase their love of all music! Besides, I really want to go, and we don't do babysitters.

Then that next year rolls around, and I look at the ticket prices compared to the short attention spans of my babes, and the fact that each of them STILL throws the occasional tantrum when over-stimulated and denied their way, and I think...next year. I will definitely take my girls to the Lotus Festival next year, when they're a little older, can appreciate the expensive music, and can be certain not to embarrass me and/or ruin the performances for everybody.

Fortunately, the Lotus Festival does so much community outreach that we do still get quite a bit of cultural stimulation and excitement and global understanding and world music, generally in outdoor locations with lots of other families with small children around and plenty of playground equipment or fountains or trees with falling acorns to entertain those with short attention spans.

Campus is a lovely hike from our house, so one afternoon this week we had a lovely hike there, stopping to gather acorns and black walnuts and pinecones and interesting sticks, to watch Strange Fruit perform on the lawn of the IU Art Museum.

It was the perfect performance. It was the middle of the day on a weekday, so while there was a good crowd of college students and families and a few grade school groups, it wasn't overwhelmingly packed. It was a nice day, so everyone was able to lounge on the grass, enabling even the littles to see everything. And, because it's a small town, we found a few friends to sit with:


Do you know Strange Fruit? They're Australian dancers who climb tall flexible metal poles, strap themselves to the tops of the poles, costume themselves, then use the poles as extensions of their bodies to perform gigantically swaying, twirling, bending choreographed dances:

It's really something that you have to see to believe:


Yep, that's my kid. SUPER immersed. Good thing I didn't pay thirty bucks for her to happily dig in the grass while women dance high overhead. Actually, she did engage when the dancers began to really show off how they could bend--

--so much so that she asked for my camera, and these next few photos are hers:

In the end, both girls agreed that the performance was wonderful, and they behaved excellently and were proud to be there:

Next year, I'm definitely going to take them to the full Lotus Festival.

Definitely.

The Sweetest Bake Stand on the Block

Yep, they did it all:

They shopped for the ingredients.

They read the recipes (well, the older one did, anyway).

They set the oven temperature.

They did the baking.

I poked the skewers.

They did the decorating.

They helped Daddy build the stand.

They wrote the sign.

They sold cookie wands and s'mores cupcakes to our hapless garage sale shoppers at $1 each:

Next year, I'll guide them into something simpler than the s'mores cupcakes, since nobody really wanted to buy a gigantically messy, marshmallow-frosted, Hershey bar decorated cupcake at a garage sale, although a couple of parents did get tricked into it. The cookie wands were a hit, however, and the girls were absolutely thrilled with the twelve dollars they earned in just a few hours (hee!) of labor.

So thrilled that they barely even noticed all those toys of theirs that got sold--shh!

We used this book for the cookie wands:

Summer Girls

Last overdone photo mosaic, I swear, but if I'm going to spend the time editing a billion photos to print, then dang if I'm not going to get every bit of use out of them!

And therefore, my girlies' best summer moments:

Now let's get started on the autumn memories, shall we?

Snapshots of a Trip

I've spent the past couple of days re-editing and cropping our Florida vacation photos, because I thought that the girls might like to try their little hands at scrapbooking--such a novelty for my kids, to have actual photos in their hands!

At the time, that Florida vacation was equal parts joyful and stressful. I knew at the time that these were precious  moments that I had the privilege to experience with my girls, but not having Matt there for that last week made everything SO much harder, and coming right on the heels of his absence (not to mention the stress of) for jury duty for that murder trial, and frankly, I was pretty resentful, as well.

But look what happy memories we made! Look at the adventures we had, the new things we tried, the joyful moments that we had together:

The stress? Heck, I don't even remember what was so hard--I'd hope in the car for another cross-country road trip with the girls tomorrow.

Being mad at Matt for not being with us? Now I just feel sad that he wasn't there for our happy times, that he won't be in these precious memories that my girls carry.

I've made master plans, and started the savings account to match them, so that we should be heading back to Florida for another happy vacation in almost exactly one year. This time Matt will be with us for the whole trip, and I don't care what he says.

And the photos? They're going to contain quite a few more mouse ears, if you know what I mean.

Tutorial: S'mores Cupcakes

1. Prepare your favorite chocolate cupcake recipe as usual:

2. After the cupcakes have baked and then cooled, frost each one with marshmallow fluff:

3. Poke a broken piece of graham cracker into each cupcake, and put a piece of Hershey bar on top:

4. Repeat until you run out of cupcakes, or you get sick from all that sugar:

Yum!

Primary Colors Play Silks

A simple set of play silks

 30"x30" set of three, one each in red, yellow, and blue

wide enough to tie around a child's waist, light enough to braid into a child's hair

they stream satisfyingly behind you as you run

they certainly don't slow you down

perhaps, if you twirl with them, they'll make you feel giddy

superhero cape? you bet!

because imagination is, of course, a superpower

There's a primary colors set of 30"x30" play silks up in my pumpkinbear etsy shop, joining the multi-color play silk canopy, to be joined, ideally sometime soon, by a full rainbow set of play silks. 

I can't imagine the circus it'll be to attempt photographing a full set of seven play silks all in action at one time.