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The Kat (Not) in the Hat

Oh, the joy of school assignments. By the time I get through three kids' worth of these, I think I deserve at least one more college degree.

For her latest assignment, Katherine was to choose a biographical character to study and immerse herself in all the details of this person's life. She corresponded with a pen pal, writing as her character, and then participated in a live "wax museum" where she and the other students would pose as their characters while parents and guests would come to observe them.

Katherine chose Julia Morgan, the turn-of-the-century female architect from San Francisco. My part in the project was to help her pull together her outfit for the wax museum. It wasn't a problem getting together the clothing, but we had to come up with a Victorian style hat to complete it. We raided the holiday decoration closet, the gift wrapping box, and the pantry for materials. Then, with the help of scissors, paint and a glue gun, we were able to transform a paper plate and bowl into what I thought was a pretty darn good replica of a Victorian hat. I'm not sure how many hours it took in all, but we were happy with the end results.

On the day of the big exhibit, I knew I would be able to spot Katherine because of the hat. But I couldn't find her anywhere. There was a girl who vaguely resembled our Katherine, but she wasn't even wearing a hat. But, wait. What was that thing this girl was holding in her lap that looked a whole lot like that hat that I spent all that time making? I couldn't believe, after all my hard work, she wasn't even wearing the blame thing. I started motioning and whispering for her to put the thing on her head. But, since she was a wax figure, she ignored all my attempts to get her to move. I mean, she should seriously consider guarding Buckingham Palace. I could have jumped up and down on that hat in her lap and she wouldn't have budged.

At home, later that afternoon, I made her pose with it on her head so that I would have at least one picture. Such an injustice.

Mother's Day

My favorite Mother's Day gifts ( in no particular order):

Dylan brought home a flower from school that she had bought with money she had saved herself.

Katherine made a "spa box" filled with the little shampoos, lotions and soaps from Scott's travels.

From Isaac, a half-eaten piece of bacon, accompanied by an enthusiastic "Happy Mudder's Day!"

And Scott gave me a little something to get my feet ready for flip flops. Hip Hip Hooray!

Kat's Softball

For our girly-girl, she's doing great in her first year of softball. Yes, she's more concerned with the cheers and dances from the dugout, and yes, how her hair is fixed is a higher priority than her batting average. But she has consistently hit the ball almost every time she goes to bat. It's just a good thing that there's a coach yelling directions for where she should actually run after she hits it! All in good fun!!

Camping With Dylan's Girl Scouts Troop

The Weekend Schedule

Friday

8:00 p.m. -9:00 p.m. Ice cream Social (sugar and chocolate)

9:00 p.m.-10:30 p.m. Night Hike (no flashlights allowed - cracked my knee on a rock)

10:30 p.m. -2:30 a.m. Hyper, non-sleeping, laughing, screaming girls

Saturday

8:00 a,m. - 11:00 a.m. Breakfast, another hike, and rock wall climbing

11:00 a.m. - 12:00 p.m. Team building (swinging & walking on ropes - moms required to participate

12:00 p.m. - 5:00 p.m. Lunch, boating, archery, another hike, tie dying

6:00 p.m. - 8:30 p.m. Dinner, games, another hike

8:30 p.m. - 10:30 p.m. Campfire with singing/screaming, smores (more sugar and chocolate)

10:30 p.m. - 4:00 a.m. Hyper, non-sleeping, laughing, screaming girls

Sunday

8:00 a.m. - 11:00 a.m. Breakfast, another hike, clean up and packing

I have no idea why I'm tired. Really.