Claire was invited to “spa night” at the house of her friend from school and the neighborhood, MH. It was MH’s idea to organize spa night, which involved several moms and cousins doing manicures, pedicures, hair irons, foot baths, the whole works for MH, some of her cousins, and friends.
We walked Claire over there after dinner, where the 7-year-old HM answered the door and agreed that 7:30 would be a good pickup time. Then MH let Claire in, said goodbye, and shut the door. Her mom came out moments later to say hi and, yes, adults are present too. Claire had a great time. Spa time was preceded by (another) dinner and a pillow fight, so actual grooming time ran a little late and even got Claire to bed late, past 9:00 pm. So basically it was the perfect night.
Claire came home looking quite elegant, with straight hair and I believe her first real lipstick.
Last night at bedtime, Molly asked if Claire could give Molly her bath and get her ready for bed. So we went downstairs and asked Claire, who immediately said yes. Claire took care of Molly’s entire bedtime routine, including bath, getting dressed in pajamas, brushing teeth, reading a story, and getting tucked into bed. The only help she needed was a little bit of guidance on shampooing Molly’s hair, which does tend to be dicey at time.
Here is a video of story time. (It’s chopped in the middle to keep it shorter.)
A few new background images, created mostly by the Aquarella app. Features a snowstorm in Washington DC, buildings in downtown Austin, and a trip to the beach in Port Aransas, TX.
Today while the kids were at school and I was working from home, we had some surprise visitors in the backyard. Around 9:00 am, without warning or explanation, two peacocks suddenly appeared in our backyard. They would stay there, hanging out on our back porch, just outside my office, until evening. I emailed the neighborhood email distro, and eventually found out that they were (sort of) a neighbor’s pet, “A much as you can own a bird”, the neighbor said. They had been trying to round up the peacocks for a while, and after a botched attempt by someone named Quentin to capture the large fowl, another attempt would be made the next day.
When Claire got home on the bus in the afternoon, I decided not to mention the peacocks right away and let her discover them herself. A few minutes after being home, Claire came up to my office and said, “Dad, sorry to bother you, but this is important. You won’t believe this.” And then slowly and seriously, she said, “There are two peacocks in our backyard!”
We went out and took pictures of the birds, making sure not to let Muffin out. As I noted in the neighborhood email, “I would like to avoid breaking up a peacock / dog fight.” Claire would name the white peacock Caramel Dream and the colorful one Captain Chubbles. Later, Molly got to see the peacocks too. Molly was not quite as fascinated with them, but she did note that someone must have “painted” the colorful one.
Just Kit’s luck, the birds finally flew/hopped away over the neighbor’s roof minutes before Kit arrived at home.