Last night I received the following text from my brother:
Would you update your blog already. By now we all know what you did over the weekend.
Franchement! Isn't he a dear?
But I was touched to think Tollipop mattered to him that much and since I'm missing him and am terribly excited he's coming to spend the Christmas holidays with us, I'll indulge his request...even though I'm totally supposed to be doing something else right now so please forgive me if this seems a bit hasty. I'm just trying to let my brother know what I did during the week since apparently my weekend is no longer up to snuff.
1. Macarons from a gentleman caller. He says I'm his favorite brunette. He acts like it's the biggest deal anytime I give him a hug. Whenever I see him he says, "Where have you been all my life?" I know it's his way of teasing but it touches me all the same.
2. Late night crêpes for tired girls who come home from marathon music lessons. I believe I've mentioned this tradition before.
3. The game of the century. Did you hear about it? Oh my goodness...this was epic. Sophie's team beat their archrivals in a grueling, five game battle and handed them their first league loss in like, forever.
It took Caroline a minute to warm up to the action...she actually brought four books in her bag.
When I saw this, I said: Caroline, did you think we were going to the library?
And she was all: I just like to be prepared.
Once she got into the action, though, there was no better cheerleader.
The entire evening made me want to do this. And believe me, I did.
I'm still doing it.
The post game celebration was the biggest hugfest you could imagine. Everyone hugged everyone. Who cares if we weren't on hugging terms before that moment? We'd just watched our girls take out their archrivals like the gladiators of old...except no lions were involved.
Just a bunch of tigers (nerdy inside joke).
4. I've been doing a little drawing, a little painting. Girl bandits. Perhaps a giveaway soon...
5. Arm warmers. They did make me run faster, as I suspected. Especially when I stretched out my arms and made airplane noises which, trust me, is an irresistible urge when you're wearing these things.
6. And Izzy. Izzy is practicing up a storm these days. She's getting ready for a competition wherein she must present 25 minutes of repertoire to a panel of judges. This is the second time she's participated and believe me, a team of oxen could not keep up with the work required for this performance.
Don't be fooled by her sweet face and the fact she's playing a violin: Izzy is a bit of a gladiator, too.
I can't imagine where it comes from, darling. I only like to run through the desert, pretending I can fly.