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June 26, 2006
spawn of max
The Summer Bummer party turned out to be indeed a bummer, at least as far as the weather was concerned. It was raining so hard it seemed dangerous. So Saturday morning I kicked the boys out of the house and got to work turning our little house into Daycare II: The Weekend Version. Basically, I asked myself WWSHTD? (what would sugar-high toddlers do?) to guide my planning and went from there. Craft tables were stocked with crayons and pipe cleaner, train tables were set up in guest bedrooms, gummy worms were affixed to the top of cupcakes.
Everyone seemed to have a good time, even though it was a little weird. At one point, I found myself in Bean’s tiny room, knee-deep in frenzied toddlers who were either lying on each other, hitting themselves with things, or screaming and I thought Geez, will someone come and deal with these kids? And then I was like, oh yeah, it’s my party.
Bean had fun and I got to meet some other parents for potential red-hot play date action, which was kind of the goal of the party. I made a point to showcase our enticing backyard through the black curtain of rain (“I know the inside of the house is kind of crappy, but can you see that shape out there? That’s a swing set!”) to try and ensure repeat visitors. The next morning Bean and I ate leftover cupcakes and put google eyes on everything, which was a whole different sort of fun.
In other news (and this is the segue into the non-mommyblog portion so for those who prefer your blogging spawn-free, here you go! Enjoy it while it lasts.), my husband wiped out on his bike yesterday thanks to the aforementioned rain and hurt his leg. So we got to take our third trip to the Urgent Care Clinic in nine months (first and second) to see if it was broken or what. It was just a bruised bone, thankfully, and I also got learn of this magazine’s existence while waiting in the lobby, so that was a plus. Things like cheerleading make me so glad I don’t have a girl. When little girls are pretend cooking and making crafts and being so sweet I’m like “Oh…I totally want a girl!” But then when I see nine-year olds wearing half-shirts and glittery eye shadow while a guy hoists them by their crotch ten feet in the air so they can do a big spin while their bums flash everywhere I say “No thank you!” (Oh wait, that turned mommyblog. Oops!) There’s enough trouble in the world for a boy to get into: it seems utterly hopeless to try and keep a girl safe.
Let’s try this again. Yesterday we whizzed through the Boston Museum of Science in an effort to keep us all from going Plum Crazy from the rain. There was a gorgeous display of glass jellyfish made in the 1880’s by father/son glassmakers and naturalists Leopold and Rudolf Blaschka. The models are so beautiful and strange. Since not as much was know about the world then, they seem infused with a sense of wonder and imagination lacking in our modern times. A nine-year old in purple hot pants passing for beauty just doesn’t seem right.
Posted by Max at June 26, 2006 10:47 AM