FORTY-FIVE

Theodore, King of the Goobers. 

2019 week forty-five

Arrived at a sub job, tried to pull my tights up a little higher and... Guess no tights today...

Parent observation night at Ballet. 

I love watching her dance and enjoy herself. She got to be the line leader for the whole class, and she was just beaming. 

Friday night V had a birthday party to go to, so we took Theo out for a special Chick-fil-A dinner. It's the only place my kids ever want to go. This is how Theo looks when he isn't aware he's being photographed.

This is how he looks when he becomes aware. 

All day Saturday V and were at the 100th Longhorn Council Camporee. We were the first in line for facepainting because I usually say no and this was her day so: facepainting. 

Then the petting zoo where she only wanted to pet chickens. She said she dreamed the next night that I let her have some Silkie chickens. 

Chariot race. 

Roping. 

And rock climbing. 

It was her first time ever rock climbing and she just scrambled up that rock like she was born to do it. She rang the bell and descended triumphantly. 

Then we got to do some archery. She really wants a bow and arrows for Christmas. 

And we got to stamp and brand some leather. 

And to round out the day: back to pet the Silkies. 

Sunday morning we had a beautiful barm brack breakfast. V got the coin (prosperity),  T got the Bean (Lego in this particular case)(bachelorhood), and I got the ring (marriage). The fabric wasn't to be found, so looks like no one will be going destitute this year. 

Quotes:

Theodore

"Mine craft" by which he means any craft that he's made. "Where's my mine craft leaves picture?"

Friend- "Real teenagers drink alcohol."
Theo- "The human ones do."

Veronica

"What if a real live Native American sat down next to me?" V seems to think Native Americans are akin to a mythical being. She was mystified that real ones were at the camporee and she could see them and what if they talked to her. I kept trying to explain they were just people just like us, but she didn't quite believe me. When I told her it is likely we may have Native American ancestry, it was as though I told her we were really part fairy. She got all misty-eyed and fluttery and couldn't quite take it. She sat and watched the Native American dancers for almost an hour. 

V auditioned for the Camporee talent show. She was so excited to get on the stage and recite "The Witches Song" by William Shakespeare into a real microphone. I mounted the stage with her and she got four words in before she broke down sobbing. I held her for a moment to let her regain her composure and we turned around and faced the back of the stage and with me she recited the whole thing. I carried her off the stage and she was rushed by a group of teenagers who petted her and hugged her and told her how amazing she was. The director said she could have a spot in the show but she decidedly declined. I was so proud of her for finishing her audition anyway and not running off the stage.