I am going to have to post the photos for this blog separately, because I left my memory stick at home. I volunteered to cover for another vet's shift today, so I'm working on a Sunday. It is only a 6 hour shift, so it's not too bad. Theresa is watching the girls for me. I try not to work too many weekends, but I need the money...
Yesterday morning was Big A's final T-ball game. She did pretty good-- she really has improved throughout the season. I guess I will be taking her to get her ears pierced in the next few days! We'll see how that goes!:) During the game one of the members of the Sunday school class that is sponsoring the team came up to me and asked how the adoption was going (Big A is playing in a church league-- hence the Sunday school class sponsors). Earlier in the season, this Sunday school class had asked the children for their prayer requests, and Big A had requested they pray that we get to bring "D" home soon. The man said that the entire class was continuing to pray for us. I thanked him. It made me feel good to know that these people care.
After the game the team went to Enzo's Pizza for a party. They presented the coach with a gift and got their trophies. The team came in second place overall. If we had won yesterday's game, we would have been in first place, but second is still something to be proud of. The teammates then proceeded to run amok throughout the restaurant's courtyard. The courtyard has a fountain in it, and in no time most of the kids were covered in water. They had a great time climbing on the stone walls and in the large outdoor fireplace. All of the parents just sat by and watched--hoping that this activity would mean a peaceful afternoon, maybe even a nap. After an hour or so, our food came out and the kids quickly wolfed it down. Next came the cupcakes topped with little baseball players-- something else for the kids to stick in the water fountain. The restaurant staff looked haggard, the parents looked bored, and kids looked like they were about to crash from their sugar high by the time the party was over. All in all it was a great season. On the way home I asked Big A if she wanted to play next spring-- she immediately said no. Well, maybe I'll talk her into it by then!:) When we got home, Little A crashed -- all that running around with the big kids took its toll.
A few hours later we were on the go again. The girl's school was having its Fall Festival from 3-6pm. Big A dressed in her witch costume for the costume contest, but Little A absolutely refused to put on her black cat suit... or any other costume for that matter. The girls ran around the parking lot from activity to activity at the festival, having a blast. They ate more sugary snacks and got "tattoos", decorated pumpkins, and won lots of little prizes. Foolishly I had signed up to work at the Jumping Castle from 5pm to 6pm. I did it but it wasn't easy. I didn't take into account that I wouldn't have anyone to watch the girls while I was there, especially Little A-- who can not sit still for one minute, let alone an hour! Fortunately, the Dinosaur Dig was right next to the Castle Jump, and Little A is obsessed with digging, so it worked out pretty well. Big A was hanging out with her friends, having a great time when suddenly, she came running across the parking lot, screaming bloody murder. I thought she had been hurt, but all of wailing was because she had missed the destruction of the pinata-- I didn't even know they had a pinata at the festival. Thankfully, her little breakdown occurred right at 6 pm - just in time to leave. Before we left though, one of the school volunteers informed Big A that she had been one of the winners of the costume contest. This helped relieve some of the disappointment of missing the pinata--but not completely. The school director just shook her head as I tried to calm the little drama queen. It seems like the school officials are always shaking their heads at me and my children for one reason or another!
Needless to say, I put the girls to bed early last night and crashed shortly after, myself.
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