So the big one came to work with me today, and I had an info table at a resource fair sort of thing. After 2 hours of my patter to visitors, I was getting hoarse, and Eliza had my schtick memorized. Which she then proceeded to deliver every time I was not quick enough on the draw. I am telling you, adorable moppets are the best when you are trying to get people excited about your stuff. And she was, weirdly, completely entertained. She is probably the only person ever to say about a resource fair, “This is really fun!” Yay me for providing entertaining and educational opportunities for my child!
I had booked us for a fun event after, thinking I needed to compensate somehow for the boredom. Had I known, I would’ve saved myself the cash.
Break to report that there is a skunk, probably right outside my window, judging from the rich aroma. Woooo boy. I am one of those people who actually kind of likes skunk smell, but even so, this is quite strong.
Still, I am happy that I made other plans, because I signed us up for an introductory session at a local rock climbing gym. Not gonna lie, it was kind of a Homer gift because I’ve been curious, but I thought she’d go for it too, especially because she’s been wanting to try ziplining and she’s still under the weight requirement. I figured this would offer a similar thrill.
We very nearly didn’t get off the ground — her first try, she made it about 5 feet up the wall before the belay/instructor guy wisely told her she should come back down. She got really brave, though, and by the end, she was trying some tricky stuff and climbing all the way up.
I have a weird relationship with heights — ziplining is fine, ferris wheels, not so much — but I quickly found that the rock climbing is apparently closer to zip-lining for me in terms of comfort.
After we got home, I went for a run because tomorrow will be taken up with Jim-relatives, and it occurred to me that in 24 hours, I had taken a karate class, attempted rock-climbing for the first time and run 6.5 miles.
High school me, with her “Jocks are stupid” mindset, would be aghast. Now me would like to dope-slap high-school me.
I’ve quit teaching at the Y because I need a break and more family time, but I am slightly sad only about the fact that I am therefore not currently a fitness professional, which I found completely hilarious. I weighed a good 30 pounds less in high school, but I’m pretty sure I am healthier now.
Anyway: Me and Eliza, rock climbing like boss-girls:
One Lucy note, which is less heart-stoppingly cute in the telling but must me noted — Lucy slept all night in her big girl bed again last night — this is becoming a frequent-enough occurrence that I actually miss her little sweaty cheese-toes in my face.
Anyway, in the morning, I had just awakened when I heard a soft thumping. At first I thought I’d imagined it, but then I opened the door to find the youngest girl-child politely knocking at the door because she was hoping to go downstairs and read TEW-Y DORGE! (Curious George) and have BEFFUS!