Festing for Spring

I did not get to take the running skirt out for a spin today. Sleeping later and taking an afternoon nap won. But I will say, for a Saturday without a run, it was still pretty darn good.

Heath's preschool Spring Festival was a great success. When we got up this morning, the sky was looking like it was not going to cooperate, and we were going to be in for a wet fest. So we packed up the rain jackets and headed out. Never even had to put them on. And the sun peaked out quite a few times.

The activities were aplenty. Dale the Bubble Guy was on hand. An obstacle course was assembled on one of the playgrounds. A music station was set-up with one woman playing the cello, and another lady leading the children in singing various childhood favorites. The banging wall drew quite crowd. (This consisted of various-sized pots hanging from a wire, waiting to be banged upon with ladles and wooden spoons and tin cups.) A woodworking area, sock-toss game, sidewalk chalk drawing, sock puppet and mask-making, and of course, the mural painting.

The mural painting area was just as fun, creative, engaging, and messy as I figured it would be. Two large canvasses were set up, ready for the children to have at it. Red, green, blue, yellow, and black paints were available. They had sponges, rollers, and traditional paint brushes. Many children chose to use their bare hands.

Heath overcame his initial grumpiness for mural painting and wholeheartedly dug into the black paint with a smooth roller. The repetitive motion was truly meditative for him. Every now and then he would say, Mama, I'm painting. (Even after a bath, he still has some black paint on his person.)

Stella visited the mural painting a few times. She, too, came away with loads of black paint on her face, and red paint on her legs and shoes. Mostly from eating it. Same thing with the sidewalk chalk. And the bubbles. Her preference was simply wandering the festival area, checking everyone and everything out.

Next thing I knew, it was 1:30 and time to go home for some naps. Everyone slept until 4:30. Lovely.

Rather than grace Eddie's with our loud presence, we decided to get it to-go and take it to Goma's house. The kiddies got to see their cousins and I finally got a glimpse of Yo Gabba Gabba. All I have to say about that is, what the what?!

Ice cream. Six Feet Under (I swear we're going to finish with that series). Run tomorrow, and a visit from my BFF (hopefully bringing us lots of girls school reunion tales!).