No one would believe me if I told them that sleeping in was now 8:30ish for me. But it is. I relished every moment of not hearing an alarm clock or the pitter patter of feet and barking at my door (the dog , not the kids..). Don't get me wrong, I love my little ladies but I also enjoy mornings of not racing around like a NASCAR driver.
Even with slow internet I managed to sweat it out to a workout video. The little piggy that couldn't stop eating needed to be tamed after a shocking view of the belly that is growing that I caught in the mirror the other day. Well it probably didn't help that I had three waffles piled high with mixed berried and maple syrup, but alas.
I kind of determined to not let old habits seep in, which include being a total bum ALL weekend. I found this wonderful article online that updates all the local art happenings in the area and it mentioned an art bazaar at the local sports center. The girls seemed interested so, after a slow start, a squabble about lost diamonds and shut doors we were on our way out .
Let me interrupt to say that I'm learning more and more about rural Alaskan life everyday. The girls found blood on the ice outside the car door this morning and both shrieked that it wasn't theirs. When I went to tell J that we were leaving and to inquire about said blood, he casually pointed to a skinned rabbit on his work bench. Yup, Alaska.
OK so we're cruising down the main drag and pull into the ice rink/sports center. There are girls with hair pulled back into pig tails lugging monster sized bags of gear, Dad's with their little boys pulling hockey sticks behind them and little old ladies all walking towards the door. I was a little frightened that perhaps I had read the listing wrong because I didn't see any big hoopla happening.
I finally caught a glimpse of a sign and an arrow so we navigated through the corridors and came to a big conference room that was lined end to end to middle with tables. It wasn't quite what I was expecting, but the girls were entranced. Watching two relatively young girls around a bunch of fragile items is a bit of a challenge. There were the standard smell good booths, the handmade jewelers, the wood carvers, the sewers and the what the hec are thosers. I let the girls pick out a few small gifts for their parents and they were both so tickled carrying around their own bags. I even was able to swear them to secrecy about the gifts. Although I did get questioned about why we had to wait and the concept of Christmas presents.
Another side note about rural Alaska. People here are friendly. Seriously. REALLY friendly. OK I probably should not have taken a picture but it was just too stinking cute. A, my little 4 year old placed a dollie on her head and did a twirl. The little old lady sitting behind the booth was probably not that excited that her hand made craft was being abused in such a manner, but she just smiled and said "you have to move quick to catch that on film". People here hold doors for you, they smile and beam warmth. Yup, Alaska.
Whenever I'm out with the girls I get asked a lot if I'm their mom and I just politely smile and tell them no, I'm their big sister/nanny. I always wonder what people think. That I'm this young girl with two little children in tow. It's kinda amusing wondering what's going on in people's heads.
Since I was the adult in charge I decided to take the girls out for hot cocoa. Which turned into a late lunch. I convinced them to split a burger, which was smart thinking. Their eyes lit up at the big mugs of cocoa that was dusted with pink and purple sparkles. Somehow in some manner I managed to spill said cocoa all over my brand new wallet ( the one fancy designer labeled item I own, no less) and up my leg. Joy.
D was home from Anchorage and after filling her in on the weekends goings on my eyes were feeling heavy and I caved and took a much needed nap.
Short week next week with the holidays coming up. Busy Monday tomorrow. Off to read my new book I downloaded on my Kindle.
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