This weekend was something of a bust. Some of it was weather induced. Some of it was our fault.
Saturday we had a birthday party around lunchtime. Candidly, that’s tough, especially with a younger kiddo like Felix. It’s smack-dab around the golden nap hour. But hey: birthday parties are still popular, so you go with it. This was also the weekend of both a big festival downtown with huge bounce-house things for kids, music, food, etc… as well as a kite festival across the river. To complicate things even more, the weather looked to be threatening. Like really threatening.
So you do what you do in these situations: you prioritize. We knew Saturday we were committed to the party. Given Stella’s tendency to get over-stimulated, we figured it would be risky to try to squeeze something else in but we’d play it by ear. Maybe after the party everyone would nap, reset, and we could try to head downtown even if just for an hour.
My first critical error came Saturday morning. Since I’m committed to getting back to a sensible diet and exercise routine this week, I figured we’d have one last family splurge and do donuts from Dunkin that morning. I let Will and Stella go pick out an assortment.
They have Easter/Peeps donuts. The tackiest donuts in the world ever.
And are they good. This is also where the generation gap shows; rather than be called a “smurf,” Stella preferred to be called Toodee – a Yo Gabba Gabba reference.
Within an hour, things were interesting. Stella was bouncing off the walls. It was cartoonish. I usually don’t notice that big of an effect from sugar. But then again she usually has at least a side of protein to go with it, like bacon or ham on pancake mornings to balance off the rush. Not so Saturday.
And we’re going to a party. Look how excited I am. Really.
She was crashing from the sugar by the time we went to the party. Upon arrival, she briefly perked up when she saw and received balloons. Pizza was served. She maybe had 2 bites. Then came the cake and ice cream. She had a piece of cake the size of Delaware. And ice cream. It was downhill from there. We had to depart the party very quickly, before we even got to play games or anything. It just would have been too ugly.
Brief respite from the sugar crash due to excitement by balloons and imminent cake.
Felix. Just chilling.
At home she wouldn’t nap. There was random yelling and general spazzmo behavior unlike we’ve seen in quite a while. Like hell were we going anywhere else that day. It was a day when you collapse with joy when the children go to bed.
More sugar rush action pics. Note that Felix did not have cake.
Sunday was most definitely a no-sugar day. The meteorologists kept promising dire weather so we were afraid to go anywhere. We finally ended up at the hardware store. Wheeeeee! What fun!
Actually, the kids weren’t too bad for the most part. I wheeled them around gardening and Stella even picked out a few random plants for the flower bed. But after about 30 minutes, the 3 of us (sans Will) had had it. When you wake up at 4:30 AM, which is our currently time to get up apparently, you’re hungry for breakfast at 6:00 AM. Flowers be damned, our blood sugar tanked. We picked up Greek takeout and went home. Where we stayed.
I did some arts and crafts with the kids. We did Play Doh, painted, dyed eggs. But we missed all the cool stuff outside, damn it. The worst thing was that it didn’t even start sprinkling until dinner time. And then at midnight last night it got terrifying with high winds, unreal lightning, and mighty big hail.
And nerd alert: I put this on FB and Instagram with the caption “Valar Preskulis: all men must eat crayons and Play Doh.” It’s a Game of Thrones reference. No one got it.
Maybe next year we can manage this stuff better. Talk about a perfect storm, or series of them.