Wednesday, October 6, 2010

This week's doings

Princess Eee started dance class. Several of her friends are in the class, and I was dragging my feet signing her up because I was afraid of how Cupcake would react if we held firm that this class is Princess Eee's deal and not for Cupcake to join even though the girls in it are her friends too and she's eligible age-wise as well. I also took a month to convince myself that Princess Eee should indeed do this class because it means picking her up 45 minutes early from school every Tuesday from now until Memorial Day weekend when they have their big recital. But, she was so excited when I told her she was going to get to take dance lessons with her friends. And she especially loved the hand-me-down lavendar leotard with flowery skirt. And Cupcake was okay with not joining in.

And here's J all dressed up in his Firefighter "Class A's" which we like to call "Class-ay!" on his way to a funeral with the fire department today. Don't worry, no one died in the line of duty. One of the two original members of the town's fire department, which formed in the 1940's, and former chief (many decades ago) passed away earlier this week. This is how dapper the fire fighters look for things like funerals and parades. The shirt actually has faux buttons on the placket which hide the zipper, yes, the zipper, in case the fire fighters have to pull a super-hero costume change and zip off to an actual emergency.

I thought he should definitely wear these black shoes since he is, after all, in his fire fighter Class-ay suit, but he thought maybe they'd be more appropriate for the next parade rather than a funeral.





2 comments:

Lola Granola said...

Lucky Princess Eeee!

Lola Granola said...

Hey, google is talking to me in French! And so is everyone else...we are way, way in the middle of nowhere France. You would love it. I cannot imagine how the people who are letting us use their house found it. It is stone and a billion years old and part of a "hamlet" that also includes a herd of 150 goats, a farmer and nothing else. We are so far in France that most people don't speak English, and we actually need our bad french. Much biking, much fun...

When They Were Babies

When They Were Babies