Saturday, April 17, 2010
Last night was one of the "fun" projects ( fun if you were a 1st-6th grade girl, not if you were a 40-yr-old chaperone). We locked in with a sister church, Union Grove. So, last night Ms. Sherry (the other GA leader) and I (the Union Springs GA leader) combined resources and gathered our precious angels together in one place. They hosted this time (it'll be our turn in the fall if I actually live that long).
Basically, a lock in is where you cram 35 girls and three chaperones (because that's the maxium number of adults you can trick into this deal) into a church facility all night and see what happens. It's like Thunderdome out of Mad Maxx. Who is the sick person who first said, "I have an idea--let's feed 35 elementary school aged girls pizza, cokes, chips, cookies, cupcakes, candy, chocolate, (and did I mention coke), and let them run crazy through the gym for 7 hours. Then we'll try to make them settle down on the FLOOR and go to sleep at 2:00 a.m. It'll be fun."
Why I Shouldn't Participate in Lock Ins:
3) It never gets quiet enough at a lock in to actually sleep. Someone is snoring, pooting, giggling, whispering. Give it up. It's like some sort of sick survivor sleep deprivation endurance test.
4) If I have to watch Aquamarine or Disney animation or Emma Roberts or or Life Size any kind of remake of Cinderella ever again it will be one day too soon.
6) The Husband was a youth pastor for several years. How much purgatory is one person required to suffer?
7) I fed everyone popsicles for breakfast and was totally good with that.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Every year at Casa Johnson, we can only afford one big birthday bash. Some years, we've done Disney, so the kids have suffered through small, family birthday parties in order to blow all of our extra money in the actual parks. It's been a good compromise. But in normal years, one child gets the Big Party, while the siblings get the Short End of the Stick. This is what the Short End of The Stick looks like aka Lilly's 5th B'day party. Store-bought cupcakes. And the big gift? A pair of furry flip flops. Par-tay. Well, it can't always be Disney World.
Carter (said like Vinnie Barbarino's Mr. Kotter, if you're in the know), is the coolest kid ever. We went tennis shoe shopping this spring, and the boy came around the corner in the lime green Chuck Taylor's. You know, sk8er boi shoes. Rocking the Converse. The lime green was a little shocking, so I asked him if he was sure he didn't want red or blue or something else. No, no, Mom, the green ones are awesome. Okay, if you're that confident and sure in your identity, lime green Converse it is.
Athletes? What? The Wonder Twins? (I know, it's shocking to me too.) But here they are in living color tearing up the volleyball court. We couldn't get it over the net or return a service, but we had really cool water bottles with our names on them, snacks every break time, got to ride the school bus to and from the tournament, and neat T-Shirts that indicated Volleyball Team Membership, and that's what really counts.
Lainy was a little put out with herself at only winning one blue ribbon that was a shared victory (three-legged races are that way by there very nature), but she rallied when I indicated that she'd still beaten her sister in most events. (Ahh, the beauty of twin-ness.) I also reminded her that God had to spread the talents around--it wasn't fair to be the most beautiful and win everything. She recovered in light of those two facts.
Lainy and her athletic self getting ready for the 25-yd dash.