Saturday has rolled around again, and we are in the midst of a very busy long weekend.
Yesterday Bubs had his state speech meet, so we loaded up the van with the entire family and drove 2 1/2 hours to Mount Pleasant, Iowa, so he could recite “On Eating Porridge Made of Peas,” wear a necktie, and generally be adorable.
He was awarded a red ribbon.
However, when we arrived home last night we got a phone call from his teacher. “I just couldn’t imagine those boys wouldn’t get blue ribbons. So I looked at the judges’ sheets and Bubs got 48 out of 50, which is a Superior. So I will take care of it, and tell him congratulations for me.”
I love her confidence in him. She didn’t even see him say his poem. Ha! 🙂
Anyway, this picture is outdated, but he hasn’t gotten his new ribbon yet, so just use your imagination that it’s blue and says “superior” on it.
And while you’re imagining things, you can just imagine that he’s cooperating with getting his picture taken and also not being blinded by the sun.
Anyway, we are not the types to spend five hours in the van and keep it all business. There was a two-hour chunk of time between Bubba’s performance and the awards ceremony, so we asked the nice lady at the Hy-Vee Gas Station where there was a park and she directed us to a really nice one with a lake and a walking path and two playgrounds and a gazebo and a bathroom with 6000 ladybugs in it and a picnic shelter.
And also a bunch of really creepy people, including the two who sat in their car facing us while we ate and just sat there.
I took about a bajillion pictures, but I haven’t had time to edit them all so here’s a few. It’s slapdash, remember?
Yeah if she’s not the most adorable thing in the entire stinking universe, I don’t know what is. Seriously.
And this is truly miraculous right here. A family picture taken with the self-timer that actually turned out well. Christmas came early I think.
On the way home we stopped in Eldon, Iowa, for a little art lesson for the children.
That’s right. We visited the American Gothic house. We are all about the appreciation of good art around here, and giving our kids cultural experiences that will enrich their lives. Especially when they’re free.
I think they really got into the spirit of American Gothic, don’t you?
Oh yeah. They’re practically identical.
The nice man at the visitor center took a picture of Art and me too, but it’s not edited yet. Maybe I’ll have it ready in time for Slapdash Saturday, edition 45.
Anyway, after our exciting dress-up experience in Eldon (population 300 old people and several cows), we headed for home.
Actually I think that’s a picture from the drive there, but she looked pretty much the same on the way back.
And just because I don’t think a recap of one day is slapdashy enough for a Saturday, today I was thinking about the word please and my various children. We have taught them all to say please as soon as they were old enough to pat their own tummies, which is sign language for please, sort of. Bubs learned around ten months to say please with a tap on his chest. He refused to say the word please until he was 2 1/2 and speaking in complete sentences. Stinky, on the other hand, started saying “BA!!!” around eleven months in conjunction with a two-handed chest beating. He did love his mashed carrots. Little One, not to be outdone, completely bypassed the sign language and went straight to the vocal version, which in her case is “DAAAAAA!” It’s stinking adorable. And we have lots of pictures of her making the “DA face” because we usually have to bribe her with shiny things to get her to look at the camera.
Yup. That’s a nice DA face.
And finally, it was an honor to be featured by Glynn Young at Faith, Fiction, Friends yesterday. I am blessed to be part of the High Calling Blogs community and to have made some wonderful friends through it.
Stinky just brought me the first dandelions of spring. And Little One is trying to destroy the laptop. Which can only mean one thing.
Naptime has arrived.
Have a great weekend, everyone. 🙂