Enough about your boring query trouble, you say. What are the real “Sisters of Sugar Land” are up to?
Everything we did this summer together- except swimming and we did a lot of that- sewing, art, piano, writing, and cooking led up to the “Hueber Summer Showcase.” You have to envision the sparkles when you say the title or it is no good. Go back and say it with the sparkles.
This showcase consisted of torturing my friends and my husband -gone to India or Norway and in no way gets to steal credit for this- with my children’s wondrous and countless talents.....who apparently take after M- O- M- M-Y. Madeline made cupcakes, played "Book of Mormon Stories" on the piano, showed off her sewn blanket, and read a book she wrote and illustrated. Hmmmm…..who does that sound like....Clap for Madeline! Gwendolynn made these incredible M&M cookies- which I ate too many of. She told everyone about the t-shirts we were wearing (yes, I wore a t-shirt and shorts-gasp). We hand painted them with a silk screen and embroidered designs around the paint. More than ten hours per t-shirt, especially since I made the kids do everything for their own shirt. Clap for Madeline! Jocelyn made a sherbet punch that did not taste good, but she loved it, because Mommy failed to get a recipe first….bad Mommy. She also had her t-shirt to show and wrote a note to Daddy for the audience as her talent- yes my four year-old can write! (again… who does that sound like?) Clap for Mo…I mean Clap for Jocelyn!
Today, the last Friday before all the kids head back to school, we went to Life Time Gym swimming. And while the other parents are sunbathing or talking to one another- or staring at me like I’m an idiot, the girls and I went on another pool adventure. We went in search of the lost turtle, on the water boat train, and to Power Island (which Gwendolynn made up- the island gives you powers- mine was to throw thunderbolts at the children.) And of course, what is a pool adventure without having a pretend cupcake and pizza tasting contest- they all should be waitresses because they really like taking my orders and throwing the food in my face when I tell them it doesn’t taste good and to add more sugar. Wierder than all that was the group of black children (strangers) who asked to play with us on our adventures. They also liked taking orders from me- I’m like the female pied piper or something.
Good times. Sigh.
