This week has been a busy one. All good stuff but I'm really not cut out for having activities every night of the week plus both days of the weekend.
Tonight's big event was Biscuit's very exciting Writer's Showcase. Her teacher submitted her story "Daisy Goes to New Zealand" so she was among about 50 kids from all the schools in our district who were invited to this event to be honored as young authors.
The speaker was real. live. author. Patricia Newman who kindly gave each young author a signed copy of her book. Nugget on the Flight Deck is all about an aircraft carrier. (Nugget is a boy with a really unfortunate name; I had assumed this was a book about a dog). If you have a kid who's into military stuff/airplanes/ships it'd be perfect. I read it to Biscuit and was impressed with her curious questions about pilots "punching out" of a plane and other elements of the book but had to laugh when 3/4 of the way through she said, "wait, this is a BOAT? It's not a BOAT! It's an AIRPORT." And I said, "uh, ya. That's sort of the point of this book," and then we spent a really long time trying to figure out how big an aircraft carrier is relative to things she is familar with. I decided it was approximately the size of one of the big fields at school. I have no idea. We need to plan a trip to tour the Hornet.
The whole evening was completely adorable and fun marred only by the fact that Oscar smelled quite strongly of puke. After months without spitting up he broke that trend right before pickup tonight when he puked all over himself. Puke, not spit up. Of course I didn't bring spare clothes so he spent the evening in a smelly onesie sans cute overalls.
We got home and I put him in the very last diaper in the entire house and was grateful we've still got the cloth diaper thing going. I could procure more diapers while wearing my jammies by just washing the laundry. I'll still need to get some disposables at the store tomorrow--Mr. H hasn't quite come over to the world of cloth diapering. Oh well.