Since Brian posted about his Auburn football Saturdays, I figured I should post about our Mommy-Daughter Saturdays.
Last Saturday – praise team practice at 10 a.m. From there we went to a birthday party, then shopping, then back to the church for mommy to practice. Home about 7 pm for dinner and crash time. We got a little upset, though. She wanted to have a butterfly party. What’s that? We make cupcakes and paint butterflies on them and decorate with sprinkles. We didn’t have time. Our consolation was a stop off at the local grocery store where we bought cupcakes. Our choice of designs were Halloween, Auburn, or Alabama. For some reason, she picked Alabama. I tried to point her toward Auburn since that’s where her daddy was. I was pointing away from Halloween because they had packages of a dozen or more and I didn’t want that many. She picked Alabama. They were yummy.
This past Saturday was another whirlwind. No praise team practice this time. We went ahead and cooked the cupcakes (I was determined to have her butterfly party, doggoneit!). She was upset that she couldn’t have any for dessert after breakfast. She hasn’t quite gotten the fact that you don’t have dessert after breakfast! Or perhaps she has the right idea, after all, life’s too short, right? Right? Anyway… again, we left the house about 10 a.m. Stopped by my lung doc’s office to slide some films under his door then off we went to meet up with other women from our church at… the Cheesecake Factory!
What’s funny here is that, about 2 weeks ago, Taylor told us about a dream she had. There was a restaurant that made cake… out of CHEESE! Brian & I looked at each other and said, “Well, actually…†and told her about the place. We promised to take her then in last week’s bulletin saw that the ladies of the church were planning to meet there! She was thrilled, to say the least. We had some kind of cheesecake with the word Tuxedo in it. It was very good.
After Cheesecake Factory, we dashed off to the Birmingham Children’s Theatre production of Peter and the Wolf. Brian had gotten us 2 comp tickets from his work (I love his job…). The wolf scared her… she wanted to know what happened to the duck (the wolf ate her)… she wanted to know what hunters were (they hunt animals, sometimes for food, sometimes for the fur to make coats). In this particular rendition, the wolf was captured and then donated to the zoo. The duck was fine – as the wolf is led away, if you listen closely, you can hear her quacking in the wolf’s belly. After the show, there was a lot of hands-on stuff. She painted Peter and the wolf then we wandered over to the table that had instruments on it! She got the clarinet to squawk, couldn’t get the trumpet or flute to make a noise, and played on a violin and some percussion instruments. She loved it! Then we noticed that some of the actors were wandering around. She met the duck and informed her, “The wolf ate you!†The duck said, “I was just hiding†and winked. She got upset because she didn’t get to meet the wolf (his costume was very hot so he wasn’t out there long apparently). She enjoyed talking to the bird who told her how much she loved dance and thought it was wonderful that Taylor is taking dance.
From there – to the church for mommy to practice a little bit (not as much as last week because I’d gone out there already Friday night!). Dinner then the frosting of cupcakes. There were only a few that had butterflies on them because the frosting bags I bought were tough – my hands were hurting! So we sprinkled the rest. We made a blue and orange one in honor of where Daddy was.
This coming weekend will be a little more relaxed. At least for me. Brian & Taylor are going to Huntsville Friday evening and won’t be back until Sunday. Whatever will I do?? Granted, a good bit of that time will be spent practicing, however, I’ll enjoy the quiet for a little bit. I know that by the time they get home, I will be more than ready for them to be home and will squeeze my baby girl as much as I can! Oh, and I’ll kiss on her too. (For those who don’t know, Brian’s a silly-head because he’s silly… I’m a kissy-head because I kiss her on the head… a lot)