Crazy hair day at John Paul II Catholic School had my girls teased up into a pink blur. Hard to say which is cuter.
Trick or treating sweeties
Cute but not redeemed
Parent conferences cut one way or the other. For Stella and Zu, they didn’t cut the good way today. TV and computer use will be curtailed and homework will be more carefully monitored as we work to bring grades up. John was along for the ride because the conferences were early enough to get handled on the way to his school. Walking the hallways, John remarked, “this place smells like a middle school. I just love the smell of discipline in the morning.” Funny line. Unfortunately, John got his justice later that afternoon. He was stripped of all technology by Nanny Diana. The sweet scent of discipline indeed.
Rockin’ Regan kicks in two
Zu always gets through. My once-upon-a-time sweet-as-sugar baby takes no prisoners when the ball comes to her. I’m not at all sure where she got the killer instinct. But, don’t get between her and the goal.
Zuzu kicks it again
Zuzu was out practicing her kicks on the front lawn this morning. She can’t wait to get on the field and run around. And, I can’t wait for her to have run around for an hour under the sun. She is a daily reminder of two things: Coffee was invented to even the energy score for grown-ups, and I am a winner every time I get a hug from my soccer star.
Go go with Zuzu
We’re off to camp Brownie style, just Zuzu and me and a dozen other girls at Brazos Bend State Park. I have no fear of getting lost because I have Zuzu to navigate.
A flag ceremony of significance
Every campout starts with a flag ceremony. But, today being 9/11, this one flies at half-mast. It left me thinking. Because these girls are 8-to-9 years old, they were all born into a world where crazy people could fly planes into buildings. How much more important it is that they understand the meaning of those colors and the blessing of being born under them.
Guided course along nature’s trail
Alligators, spiders, feral pigs, and deer were among the topics along our hike through the nature tour. Learning that alligators grow a foot or more per year seemed one of the more salient takeaways.
How’s bayou?
Sorry. Couldn’t resist the headline. A perfect day would have been about 20 degrees cooler. But, other than the heat, it was a perfect weekend to be in the park. It was even too hot for lots of bugs.
Watch your step, Alligators below
As the girls stepped out to the outer edge of the observation deck, our tour guide warned them: Alligators lurk below to take advantage of the shade. See any girls perched on the railing? They all took a step back with the ranger’s warning.
Brownie camping: arts and crafts and A/C
After creating their oatmeal barrel constellations, Zuzu spent time with paper, markers, and her imagination.
Sunday breakfast DaddyMom-style
Pancakes and cool whip, bacon, OJ and oranges. Nobody left my table hungry. Though, it was a close call; never thought a dozen little girls would mow down an entire bag of pancake mix.
Snapping her way home
One of MY kids with a camera? Go figure. Zu couldn’t wait to snap shots along the way home. I think one of her favorite parts of the trip was riding shotgun there and back. My favorite part was riding that way with her all weekend.