Yesterday I got home from work and the house was full and busy.
I set myself up on the counter making dinner on the electric griddle (grilled tuna sandwiches with cheese and tomato).
Cali pulls up to the counter and tells me that, at school, she's been assigned to be the buddy of a little boy in our neighborhood. The little brother of Tayler's best friend to be more exact, and Cali thinks that's pretty cool. I look up in confusion. I know the buddy system they have at school. Big kids are assigned a younger kid to do crafts and projects with. My confusion is when did my baby girl become big enough to be the buddy instead of the little kid?
She's still so little in my mind and in that moment I realize that I need to be thinking of her as becoming an older kid. It dawned on me that our family is facing a new transition of not just having toddlers, or not just having any preschoolers, but we're on the verge of not having any little kids anymore either.
The Man hauls in with sacks from Hobby Lobby and Tayler and Sean in tow and they start unloading their craft supplies onto the counter.
I pull various items of plates and food items out form under them so I can keep working.
They're making rockets for NOVA.
West is cutting and sanding in the garage, Tayler and Sean are designing and hot gluing on the counter, while I try to finish dinner up.
Cali set herself up with the extra wood pieces and made a rocket too.
As they're using the hot glue guns to put their rockets together we laugh about the time when Casidee was three years old and I made an entire mummy costume with nothing but an old sheet and a hot glue gun. I had her put on a sweatshirt so I could test how loose/tight the ripped sheet needed to be so she could still move. I wrapped the sheet around her arm and picked up the glue gun to glue it in place on the sweatshirt before taking it off of her when she panics and starts crying, "don't shoot me!" I realized that all she knew was that I was holding a glue
gun to her arm, and mom was about to pull the trigger on that gun.
It ended up well, I didn't even burn her, and she had a new fascination for crafts.
Brynn set herself up with posterboards and the makings for SBO election posters.
She's running for 6th grade President.
She passed the first round with her application and essay to be allowed to run. Now it's on to hanging just two posters up in the cafeteria for her peers to see.
I finished grilling sandwiches and stationed myself at the laptop on the counter to print out the pictures she'd need. Two of herself, and two of her school's logo with the mascot.
She came up with two ideas for what we hope are catchy posters that will help her name stick in people's minds.
Her mascot ends up declaring "Brynn for the Win!" on the second poster.
There's a mess in our TV room as it's under construction again. This time we're putting in ceiling lights and surround sound in.
It turned out great, The Man does some pretty incredible work.
And a crowded feeling to the office as all the TV room furniture has been pushed into it, along with The Man's desk which is now pushed in a corner.
Last night I snuggled up on the couch with Jayme and Casidee and introduced them to the wonders that are MC Hammer (and his pants) and Milli Vanilli. We watched a few videos together on my phone, squished in the corner of the couch together, and it occurred to me that as busy as we are, nights like this one show me we're doing just fine in taking care of our family and giving our kids the help and attention they need. There's always room for improvement, but I think we're doing okay.
After a fumbled attempt at some of the verses and rhymes between The Man and me, the girls were interested in the actual thing.
And the pants, oh the pants. Cas kept asking, "but
why?"
I've been asking that question for over 20 years.(But just barely over 20).