We had crepes for dinner tonight. I made the batter and Andrew cooked them when he got home. As I was blending the flour into my mixture of eggs and milk I thought to myself, "I am making colloidal crepe batter." Now that I know what that is and all.
Rachel came home from school about the same time Andrew arrived home from work. He walked in the door and said, "Look who I found hanging around outside," and I panicked because we had sent Miriam's friend Hannah home a few minutes before—through the front door—and trying to round the kids back inside (to the backyard) was somewhat of a triumphant feat. So I was like, "Oh, no! Who?!"
We live on a busy street, by the way.
"Uh, just Rachel," he said.
"Oh! Her! Okay. Hi, Rachel. How was play practice?" I asked (because I never remember to ask her how school is anymore; her life is the play (which is totally normal, I get it)).
"Good," she said, handing me a paper detailing instructions on hair and make up and so forth.
"I have to wear make up to school," she lamented before I put her to work sweeping the floor (she owed me from last night because she (accidentally) flung a spoonful of rice across the kitchen).
We've talked about hair and make up a handful of times since then (my children really like to rehash things, though they get annoyed when I "nag" them; I honestly don't see the difference), including once over dinner when Rachel said, "At least I won't be the only one in my class to come to school in make up because so-and-so and so-and-so are also in the musical."
And then we had to talk about who all her friends are. Hayley is the dog, Sandy. Tayah is a servant, maybe. Someone else is something else.
"I'll bet you're wishing you were an orphan right about now," I said, and the entire table went dead silent to turn and stare at me in shock. Like, food-was-dropping-out-of-their-mouths shocked.
"What do you mean?" Rachel asked, her voice wavering.
I guess that came out more ominously than intended.
"The orphans don't have to wear as much makeup," I quickly explained.
There was a collective sigh of relief.
I don't know how to end this post really, except to say that we're planning on pin curls and as little makeup as possible (which will still be a lot because it's the theatre).
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Rachel came home from school about the same time Andrew arrived home from work. He walked in the door and said, "Look who I found hanging around outside," and I panicked because we had sent Miriam's friend Hannah home a few minutes before—through the front door—and trying to round the kids back inside (to the backyard) was somewhat of a triumphant feat. So I was like, "Oh, no! Who?!"
We live on a busy street, by the way.
"Uh, just Rachel," he said.
"Oh! Her! Okay. Hi, Rachel. How was play practice?" I asked (because I never remember to ask her how school is anymore; her life is the play (which is totally normal, I get it)).
"Good," she said, handing me a paper detailing instructions on hair and make up and so forth.
"I have to wear make up to school," she lamented before I put her to work sweeping the floor (she owed me from last night because she (accidentally) flung a spoonful of rice across the kitchen).
We've talked about hair and make up a handful of times since then (my children really like to rehash things, though they get annoyed when I "nag" them; I honestly don't see the difference), including once over dinner when Rachel said, "At least I won't be the only one in my class to come to school in make up because so-and-so and so-and-so are also in the musical."
And then we had to talk about who all her friends are. Hayley is the dog, Sandy. Tayah is a servant, maybe. Someone else is something else.
"I'll bet you're wishing you were an orphan right about now," I said, and the entire table went dead silent to turn and stare at me in shock. Like, food-was-dropping-out-of-their-mouths shocked.
"What do you mean?" Rachel asked, her voice wavering.
I guess that came out more ominously than intended.
"The orphans don't have to wear as much makeup," I quickly explained.
There was a collective sigh of relief.
I don't know how to end this post really, except to say that we're planning on pin curls and as little makeup as possible (which will still be a lot because it's the theatre).
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My girls love dance makeup days 😂
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