I wish I had a picture of this, but tonight we went to our school's family party: Friday Night Fever - Disco theme- and we danced the night away. My feet are killing me, not used to being on them so long! Long after John took the two littlest ones home, Madison, Brooke and I continued to dance. We had a great time dancing together and the funniest was seeing the groovy duds people showed up in!
We have a great school, and the celebration, even though previously planned, was the icing on the cake after an emotional battle to save our school.
After a nice morning jog early this morning, enjoying the beautiful weather again, and then getting the kids off to school, I took my two littles to Old Navy for what I thought would be to pick out some new clothes for Madison's upcoming birthday. They were having a sale that was too good to pass up and I ended up doing serious damage. John showed up and needed to help me with the bags to my car (too numerous, big and heavy to handle with the stroller)!! Yikes. We had a quick lunch at Panera. I love that place! Then home to nap the kiddies and start making the several dozen cookies for Friday Night Fever's Bee-Gee Bake Sale.
My littlest littles took a too-short nap, so we had time to walk down to the school to pick up the bigger littles.
Double stroller.
Big hill.
More walking.
At the school, I accumulated two more kids and told them we'd stop at 7-11 on the way home (it's Friday). I felt like the pied piper with six little kids walking down the street. Near 7-11 is a dental office that I saw some people enter. Then I realized Madison had an orthodontist appointment at 3:15 (quick look at my phone: 3:14!). Hey kids - detour! We all went into the dental office and made her appointment just in time. The staff of course asked, "Are they all yours?" I'm certain that if we were in Utah my brood wouldn't have even received a second glance. However, here I always receive comments if I have all my kids with me. Why is that? Sometimes it's a look of admiration (wow! you must be amazing to be able to handle so many kids. Or, Are you nuts . . . pollution/overcrowding/expense/etc./get a bigger TV) either way it can pretty rude.
We didn't get home until 4:00 after the walk home. The kids (including the extras) played basketball and ran around the house until the parents came to pick them up. Put on the blue eyeshadow, wrap up all the cookies and head out the door to the Disco!
No wonder my feet hurt.
