Nov 12, 2015

October 2015 - JA Carnival

We had a fun time at the carnival this year. I had a shift that started at 5:30, so we got there fairly early. Here is my little Spidergirl before heading to the football field. 

Every year prior to this one I've had to walk around with her, or have Reagan or our baby sitter there while I worked my shift. This year, I allowed SM to walk around unsupervised for the first time. I told her not to leave the football field and to check in with me every 15 minutes or so. And she did. I was so very proud of her. She would go play a game, then come bring me her prize to keep up with. But, at least she obeyed and checked in. 

Once Reagan was there, we ate, then the two of them went into the "Chamber of Chills." Now, I had already seen a few things that had been built for this attraction. Seeing just that on the FB page of the teacher in charge of this attraction was enough to scare me. 

After they came out, we went back to the football field for a few minutes. We ran into SM's teacher. 

We finished up the night with SM playing on the bungee jumper. I'm not sure you can tell from the pictures, but that is what a tired momma looks like. 

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October 2015 - The MS State Fair

Every October the MS State Fair is set-up at the Fairgrounds in Jackson. We try to go at least once. This year we were able to play with friends and family twice. Our first visit was on Sunday afternoon after church. During this time of year we never know what to expect of the weather. When we left home that morning it was cool outside. By the time church was over, it was probably 80 degrees or higher. We still had a great time. 

We went with Reagan's sister, her daughter and her daughter's family. These two couldn't be more different, but they enjoyed each other. Sara Madalin is a little dare-devil. Daphney plays it safe. Together, they balance each other. 

The first thing on our agenda was to grab something to eat. Sara Madalin and I ate Chicken-on-a-stick. We also had a funnel cake and a biscuit. There's a booth at the fair that hands out free biscuits and there is always a line. 

Then the girls rode a few rides. They both agree on this one. It lifts you up and drops you a few times. 

We always stop to see Mr. Percy and his animals. The girls went into the tent without us. When they came out SM couldn't wait to get her hands on Hercules, Mr. Percy's boa constrictor. 

The following weekend, our friends, the Suhors, came to visit. We hadn't told SM they were coming. She has this habit of not being able to sleep the night before a trip or special event. And when I say that she's not able to sleep, I don't mean she just wakes up a few times in the night. Girl is up every hour. I can't handle that. So, when I brought her home from school that afternoon, they were there. She was happily surprised. 

We treated them to dinner at Wynndale Steak House. It's an old grocery store that has been turned into a restaurant. In the 21 years that Reagan and I have known each other, the only thing that has changed is that the menu went from being just a printed piece of paper, to being a laminated piece of paper. It's classy y'all. 

I forgot my selfe-stick at home, so this was the best pic I could get. 

The "other Reagan" and my little firecracker. 

The next day we headed to Madison to our friends' house to watch the game. It was the Saturday Ole Miss played (and lost to) Memphis. It was a sad, sad, day. 

But then we ate some chips and dip and we were all better. 

We went to the fair together after the game. But first, a group picture.  

This year, Sara Madalin graduated from the kiddie ride section to the big kid rides. She had a great time. 

And, of course, more Fair food. My once-a-year caramel apple. 

A little cotton candy because SUGAR!

We had fun. 

The next morning we took things easy. We got up and had some breakfast. The boys worked on something computer related. SM and Avery played upstairs. The "other Reagan" and I took a nap.

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Oct 29, 2015

September 2015

We love to eat with SueSue and DaeDae after church on Sundays. One of our favorite places to eat is Keifer's. 

Here's my sweet 2nd grader. She's such a big kid now. 

I have the sweetest friends. Here I am with the ladies from church who have sponsored me as a new member of the Junior League this year. 

The Sunday before Labor Day our kids from church have a fun day at a local water park. This year Daphney went too. These two love to play together. 

They also love a big Icee. Or three. 

Sara Madalin (and others in 2nd grade) has started earning AR points this year. For every book she reads, she can test on it and receive points. The first semester she had a pretty low goal - 6 points. Most books she's able to read on her own earn her .5 points because they are beginner reading books. Some of the books we read together can earn her up to 10 points, if she answers all the questions correctly. During her first semester, she reached her goal really quickly. Once she reached 10 points, I told her we would go to Menchie's, a frozen yogurt shop she likes. Here we are the day we went for reward. 

And not two hours later, this happened. 

That's the side wall of our extra garage/shop. Painted.

When we had arrived home after visiting Menchie's Sara Madalin had stayed outside to play. Not unusual. We always meet Reagan for dinner on Friday nights. So, when it was time for us to leave to go meet Reagan, I went outside to have her come in to clean up and get ready to leave. When I walked outside our garage, I noticed the garden hose lying across the drive-way. Then I noticed there was paint on the ground and on the hose. I called for Sara Madalin and she wouldn't answer. When I finally found her, she was covered in paint and what looked like cement. I later saw that it was joint compound, which is basically mud. I said, "Tell me where the paint is." Her reply, "No."

To say I was upset, is an understatement. 

I told her to tell me where the paint was or she could go pack a bag and stay with someone else, because she wasn't going to stay there talking to me that way and destroying property. 

She went inside and I began to look around the house and yard looking for the paint. I couldn't find it. 

She came back outside with her back pack and climbed up in a crepe myrtle tree. I asked her again where the paint was. She pointed to our garage/shop wall. I walked over that way and as I came to that side of the wall and saw it, she jumped out of the tree and jumped on her bike. She began pedaling down the driveway trying to get away. She knew she was in deep trouble. 

I went inside and changed clothes so that I could clean things up. I came back outside and got in my car to go get her. I found her in our neighbor's driveway. She was lying down on top of her backpack with a scarf over her hear. Just like a little refugee orphan. It was all I could do not to laugh. I told her to get in the car and come help me clean things up. She did and we spent the next hour cleaning the wall. 

My neighbors were outside. Of course. Because when something like this happens, every parent wants an audience. One of my neighbors called to me, "Is it water-based or oil-based?" I looked around at all the cans and said, "I don't know. There are at least 6 cans over here." Turns out, most of what was on the wall was joint compound (mud). There was some spray paint chalkboard paint that we couldn't get off. Reagan tried to get it off with some mineral spirit (?) but some of it is still there. 

When I asked her why she did it, she said, "Because you never let me paint." I said, "NO, I never let you paint the house. You're right."

I made her scrub until Reagan got home. She said, "Momma, I'm thirsty." I said, "You clean. When I think you need something to eat or drink, I'll give it to you. Until then, you scrub." 

Needless to say, we didn't meet Reagan for dinner that night. 

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