So I didn’t mention yesterday that DH had called to inform me he wasn’t going to be able to come this week. Something’s come up with work and there are angry customers and mechanical problems and things not working properly and just general ickyness. We are gutted. I know he’s as disappointed as we are. I’m trying not to think about it but it sucks.
We slept in a bit this morning. Everyone was tired after staying up til nearly midnight. I got up first, around 8:30. The kids were about an hour later. We ate cereal for breakfast and O7 got a cute little note and a granilla bar from her fairy “good” mother on the door:
We also put together little gifties for our fairy good-children. Here’s O7 with her pressie, which is for Talia. Talia conveniently lives across the hall, so that makes it really easy.
I think we gave her some note paper shaped like Saturn, a few pieces of candy, and a small deck of cute playing cards this time around. S8’s little guy lives 3 floors and one block of rooms down from us. We planned to drop his bag off on the way to the waterpark.
Around 10:45, we got our luggage cart loaded with craft supplies and headed down to the conference area for our funshop. This year, the girls hosted “Wild Imagination”. We set out all sorts of magazines and glue and scissors, paper and cardboard and boxes and embellishments, and let everyone go to town with some free-form collage. It was fabulous. There were a large number of participants- around 20 or so – and everyone had such unique ideas. We went way over our allotted hour. But no one else was scheduled to use the room after us, so it was all good.
In true unschooly fashion, there was no introduction or directions given. We put the scissors and glue on the tables, and dumped magazines on the floor:
and everyone just jumped in and did what they were inspired to do.
Oh, and towards the end, a nice lady came up and asked if I was O7’s mother, and said something vague about how she had a fairy good mother. Wink wink.
When we got back to our room afterwards, there was a little bag with a wood photo frame, some acrylic paints, and another little note waiting:
That is one cool fairy good mother. (Read: I feel like such a slacker.)
Then I learned that there is a new baby in our family! Little R was born this morning around 11AM CST. Nana sent us some pictures later on. I can’t wait to meet her.
Next, we grabbed some lunch in our room and then got ready for S8 to set up at the Kids’ Marketplace. This is a chance for kids to sell things they have made themselves. S8 had made a variety of paper things, including journals, “Fill-Ins” (basically a journal page with prompts), photo frames, a glittery butterfly, and some bookmarks.
We got everything set up in the ballroom. I couldn’t believe how many kids were down there. Everyone had great ideas, and the selection was amazing. It was a little overwhelming, actually. This is the first year we’ve participated in the Marketplace, so we really didn’t know what to expect.
O7 helped us get set up, then she went to the waterpark with A7 and her parents for the afternoon.
S8 and I set up her table to maximize interest.
We grouped like items together. Journals:
Room signs and activity sheets:
Then we [im]patiently waited for the customers to line up.
Here she is after making her first sale (a 25 cent bookmark):
She ended up making about four sales, mostly to very kind and sympathetic moms who were browsing the aisles. One little girl from the table across from us stole a quarter from her sister, who was trying to hard-sell S8 some Silly Bandz, and bought a mini journal. Bwahahaha.
The marketplace went on for about 2 hours. Then we went upstairs, got changed for the waterpark, and dropped off our fairy good-kid’s giftie on our way down. We met up with A7’s family in the hot tub, where I stayed for about 10 minutes. Then we decided to go back because everyone was cold and tired and sort of hungry. Plus, S8 was supposed to go to her friend S7’s birthday party.
We got changed and dropped off S8. O7 didn’t want to stay, even though she was invited to the party. I think she still felt left out, although I didn’t know how to explain to her that she was choosing to exclude herself (the other girls were really nice). But that’s okay. We went and got some consolation chocolate brownie together.
Then we decided to go back up to our room and hang out with the Littlest Pet Shop house that S8 bought at the marketplace until it was time to pick up big sister. Just as we got back, DH called. He was just checking in to say hi, and I told him about the day’s events and also about how the dishwasher had leaked the night before, which was pretty exciting (fortunately it was just a small leak and not a flood. In a water park. Go figure.) We hung up and I started to write this blog post. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
I figured it was maintenance, coming to check on the dishwasher situation. Lo and behold, though, it was DH! That stinker!! He was calling to fish out whether we were in the room or not. Turns out the angry customer asked for a postponement til next week, so he was able to come after all. He just decided to omit that bit of info when he called. It was a good surprise. 🙂
We all went down to the birthday party to see how S8 was coming along. There were about a half-dozen little girls hanging out and getting their nails done when we arrived. The birthday girl’s family invited us in and gave us some pizza and drinks. We helped sing and had a nice visit with everyone.
By now, DH was famished and a slice of pizza just wasn’t cutting it. So, after the party ended, we went down to one of the quick-grill places and ordered him something to eat. Then we met up with A7 and her parents at the family dance.
Every year, there are always glow-sticks galore at the dance. Target often has them in their dollar bins, and when I see them I buy a few and set them aside for this trip. The three girls did some dancing, but also spent a lot of time under a table arranging the glow sticks in interesting ways.
We stayed at the dance til nearly 11, until everyone was deaf and tired and ready to leave. Of course, the Party Rock anthem was the last song we heard, so that was pretty much stuck in my head for the rest of the night.