Everyone ate their weight in sugar

Hello! I would’ve blogged last night except that I was busy trying to extract my own eyeball and go to sleep. Simultaneously.

In an effort to celebrate the 4th of July in style, we packed up the kids and headed to Joshilyn‘s house. Joss had put on her very best southern accent and assured me that they “do it up right ’round here” when she invited us a while back, and who am I to turn down such an invitation?

I had mentioned to Joss (several times) that Chickadee was dying, and I do mean DYING, to meet Maisy. Chickie loves little kids. Well I guess this had been passed along to Miss Maisy, because she greeted Chickadee at the door in her quacky little duck voice with a hearty “Are you the girl who has been wanting to meet me? Here I am!”

(It’s really very sad that Joshilyn’s children suffer from such low self-esteem. I wonder if she might be able to help them with that, somehow.)

(I also asked Maisy if she remembered the last time I’d been to her house, and she didn’t. When I told her it’d been a couple of years ago she said “Oh, I was just a baby then.” Yes, she was only 3 back then, as opposed to the world-weary 5-year-old she is now.)

So the girls ran off to play and Monkey glommed on to Sam and they ran off to play Pokemon and I felt like a Real Adult for the first time in a very long time.

I didn’t mind being single, not really, but still, it was SO NICE to be at a gathering full of couples and to realize that HEY, I ALSO HAVE A SPOUSE just like everyone else! Yay!

Our intrepid hosts of Joshilyn and Mr. Husband were a dynamic duo, what with Scott charring up animal products to perfection on his grill and Joss spitting the food we brought directly into her sink. (I am going to catch hell for telling you that. It was spicy! She doesn’t like spicy! I am repentant for even bringing these to her house.) Her friends were delightful and we were surrounded by lovely children and OH! I finally met the legendary AMY-GO!

Regular readers will recognize Amy-Go as a frequent commenter, and she is also a longtime friend of Joss’ and piemaker extraordinaire. In fact, I think she is practically perfect in every way. And she’s a gorgeous redhead! Take THAT, Mary Poppins! I LOVE LOVE LOVE meeting someone I already adore, and I not only got to meet Amy-Go (finally) but also her trio of boys, and I very nearly stuck the youngest one in my purse and brought him home.

First (about two seconds after they walked in the door) he told me that the monkeys took him away, and then later he told me that he fell in the water and drowned. He has that earnest seriousness about him that only a 2-year-old can have, and I think he would be delicious dipped in chocolate. He ALSO looked right at me when I told him to stop putting his dirty feet on the wall and smiled and did it again, so Joss’ assertion that he is actually the devil may be well-founded. I’m just sayin’.

We all sat around and ate a lot of food and tried to keep the children from killing themselves or each other (although Joss’ friend Julie’s youngest did do what appeared to be a perfect cartwheel on the stairs while attempting to bring a doll stroller down, and once the adrenaline rush of fear wore off and it was apparent that he hadn’t concussed or otherwise broken himself it was actually sort of funny, because if any one of us had done the same thing we would’ve snapped our necks like twigs, but toddlers are sproingy) and then got ready to head to the Big Festival and FIREWORKS thing because it was the 4th and that’s what you do.

There was face paint for the girls and hairspray for the boys. Joshilyn gave Chickadee a flag on her forehead and stars on her cheeks. Then the littler girls both wanted the same thing, because they all wanted to be the same. This made Chickadee swell with glee.

Amy-Go wielded the spray cans with precision:


Oh say can you see, by Monkey’s spotted head?

(Also, please note Amy-Go’s flawless manicure. You’d have to hate her if she wasn’t so darn much fun.)

Once everyone was made FANCY, it was time to go.

Now—as I’d predicted—Chickadee had pretty much completely ignored Sam in favor of bossing Maisy around all day. But once we drove to the festival destination and had to hang around on a playground for a bit while waiting for the rest of our group, something interesting happened.

You might say, sometimes two hearts beat as one:


We’re not hugging, we’re “wrestling.”

Chickadee insisted that they were just battling for supremacy, but I know better. She also told me Sam is her new boyfriend. I wonder if Sam knows?

There were bouncy houses and slides and also this sparring pit thing that I should’ve avoided like the plague but I FOOLISHLY believed that it might actually prove FUN for the kids because I was clearly suffering heat stroke.


Monkey appears to have the upper hand for a moment.


Deflected, he tries another tack.


Oh! Maybe if I hit her in the face!

Aaaaaaaand then she whomped him. Three times in a row. And my son demonstrated timeless sportsmanship by hurling his pugil stick across the ring, stomping on his helmet, and flinging himself out of the arena while screaming and crying that he was never doing anything ever again because it wasn’t fair.

So that was fun.

We managed to soothe the savage beast(s) with Icees and Dippin’ Dots and also more runs through the big inflated slides and then a bunch of fireworks. And even though we’d had an Iron Chef style pie battle back at the house (we all had to have two pieces, you understand, in the name of SCIENCE), Otto and I also had to have some fried pies at the festival because, um, well, I think because they were there. Also: Mmmmmmmm.

We got back to Joss’ house very late and tired and sticky, and the girls went right to sleep and the boys continued to debate the relative merits of various imaginary creatures until I pointed out to Sam that Monkey would be happy to talk all night but he could probably use some rest, and maybe they could finish up in the morning.

Then we adults sat around talking and drinking wine and I petted Schubert the one-eyed cat and then touched my eye and proceeded to have an allergic reaction so huge that I actually woke up with my eye gummed shut. That was charming.

All four kids were bright-eyed and bushy tailed this morning, and we were sorry to leave. Not just because we were sleepy or because I could really only see out of one eye, you understand.

We are back at Casa Box Stacks and the roof is almost! done! maybe! and I unpacked fifty more boxes this afternoon which means that I only have eleventy gazillion to go, so all in all it was a very pleasant holiday indeed.

(P.S. Pictures by Otto, of course. You can tell because they’re not blurry like mine.)

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27 Responses to “Everyone ate their weight in sugar”

  1. 1
    jenn July 6, 2007 at 12:13 am #

    I am so jealous. I lurve Joss and now want to move to Atlanta so I can hang out with y’all. Sounds like you had the perfect 4th!

  2. 2
    Sandee July 6, 2007 at 12:13 am #

    Mmmmmm….pie!

    Also, Opcon-A for the eye. I carry it in my purse at all times.

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    bob July 6, 2007 at 12:30 am #

    a 4th of july sleepover. neato. it only could’ve been better if the kids could’ve slept in tents in the back yard. sounds like you had a good time anyway.

    Amy-go’s youngest sounds a lot like one of my nephews. he would do exactly the opposite of whatever he was told to do. and would look just like an angel while doing it.

    brat!

  4. 4
    Heather Cook July 6, 2007 at 1:20 am #

    I wanna come, I wanna come!

    That sounds like a lot of fun. Screw Canada, I’m telling the hubby we’re headed south.

  5. 5
    YetAnotherKaren July 6, 2007 at 1:44 am #

    Ooooooh! Where can I get those sparring-pit things??! I want some!!

  6. 6
    Lady M July 6, 2007 at 2:05 am #

    We are constantly reminded that we are not as sproingy as toddlers these days. Excellent choice of words.

    Good luck unpacking!

  7. 7
    Lisa July 6, 2007 at 2:15 am #

    mmmmmm pie!

    They didn’t have any BACON PIE, did they? :)

  8. 8
    Denise July 6, 2007 at 3:39 am #

    Now I know why I am awake and reading blogs at 3:30, it was to get here – to the bottom of my feedreader list and find you talking about cats and gummed up eyes.

    See I am sitting at my desk. On MY desktop computer. Where I don’t like to sit because the cats think this is their desk, the keyboard is some sort of massage board and my chair is the best bed ever. And I am now covered in cat hair and my left eye feels like there are razor blades in there. And my right eye is running like I’m crying over all of your sweet and sappy posts.

    So. Anyway.

    Glad y’all had such a nice southern 4th of July.

  9. 9
    LadyBug Crossing July 6, 2007 at 7:08 am #

    Wow – sounds like a great time!!
    xo
    LBC

  10. 10
    Mama Zen July 6, 2007 at 7:48 am #

    Sounds outstanding! Loved the pictures.

  11. 11
    David July 6, 2007 at 8:43 am #

    What a reunion! Wish I’d been there. Of course, Amy-Go pie and fried pies might have just a teensie bit to do with that. Sounds like you all had a great time. Welcome to the Say-owth, Mir. ;-)

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    Randi July 6, 2007 at 9:15 am #

    I love the idea of spraying the kids hair like that – too cool!

  13. 13
    Aimee July 6, 2007 at 10:22 am #

    Okay, that sounds like a perfect Fourth — all except the eye getting gummed shut. That’s no fun.

  14. 14
    Daisy July 6, 2007 at 10:28 am #

    Your little dah-lins will never forget their first July 4th in the South.

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    becky July 6, 2007 at 10:36 am #

    yup, i’m fine with petting cats until i rub my eye(s). then it’s not so pretty. who knew that the one-eyed cat was out to make you look like him?

    sounds like a great holiday.

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    Heidi July 6, 2007 at 10:43 am #

    I’m with Daisy–they’ll always remember this.

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    Melanie Marie July 6, 2007 at 10:53 am #

    It sounds like a WONDERFUL time was had by all!

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    Shalee July 6, 2007 at 11:08 am #

    First off: the first thing I thought when I saw your first picture was “Ugh. She has really nice nails while I… don’t.”

    Secondly: Where can I find that “beat the other person while wearing protective gear” thing. THAT sounds like fun.

    And I’m so glad that your first 4th was celebrated Southern style. You received the full treatment indeed!

  19. 19
    Delton July 6, 2007 at 12:05 pm #

    Thank you for the accurate account of what happened with Monkey after getting pummeled. Sometimes I forget that this is a normal response when witnessing my kids have this type of reaction firsthand.

    It does look like a fun game though. Do they let adult play too, or just kids? Might be something to keep in mind as the problems continue to creep up as everyone adjusts to living together. “I going to have to take you to the pit and beat you senseless if you don’t stop doing X!”

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    ScottsdaleGirl July 6, 2007 at 12:43 pm #

    Aaaah “wrestling”, me and the Prince do it all the time…wrestle. Yeah.

  21. 21
    Amy-Go July 6, 2007 at 2:50 pm #

    I spent all of yesterday driving back to Kansas while listening to my children yammer in the backseat (aren’t you jealous?) and so am just now reading the Wonderful Things Mir said about me and my family! *Blush* Golly, I liked her so much already and now she is my Favorite! (Ok, so she said Sammy was the devil. That’s sortofkindamaybealittlebit true.) AND, in person, she’s Pretty! And funny! And Otto is a lovely human being who allowed my band of ragamuffins to abuse him mightily without threatening to kill them once! And Chickadee is beautiful, a tiny Mini-Mir with looooong legs and the sweetest smile. And Monkey is like a baby rock star, with supercool hair and perfect features and looooong eyelashes which are eventually going to look great on the cover of Tiger Beat. I totally feel like one of the Cool Kids now that I’ve met them. And I’m bummed out that now yet another of my Tulips lives in Georgia while I am exiled to Blandsas (save it, Midwest lovers. I will not be persuaded). But it was a Great Time!! I heart Mir! I heart America! Happy fourth a day late! And Goodnight!

  22. 22
    becky July 6, 2007 at 3:34 pm #

    amy-go, i won’t argue with you about kansas. missouri, on the other hand…

  23. 23
    Cele July 6, 2007 at 8:24 pm #

    It is so nice to live vicariously through Joss, Amy-go, and the ever lovely Mir. I♥

  24. 24
    Rachel May July 6, 2007 at 8:54 pm #

    LOL@ Amy-Go and “Blandsas”!!! We stupidly drove through Kansas to get to Boulder for our honeymoon.

    If there’s one thing Blandsas is blessed with, it is miles and miles and days of wheat. And telephone poles. I know those are two things. See what even thinking about that trip through Blandsas does to me???

    Anyway, Mir, I’m really glad ya’ll had a happy Fourth! Sounds like it was a blast…

  25. 25
    BOSSY July 7, 2007 at 8:14 am #

    Bossy needs to rest from your fun-filled description.

  26. 26
    Krisco July 7, 2007 at 10:22 pm #

    That looks like great fun! You are blending right now…and how perfect, your Blogworld friends are helping. I think that’s awesome! The Power Of The Blog.

  27. 27
    Eve July 9, 2007 at 1:49 pm #

    I enjoy the word “sproingy”

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