Zooming to the end

Life has been going at breakneck speed lately. It is the last week of preschool forever and it is unsettling to reflect that Evie's first days there were barrelling down the hall into Juliette's 2 1/2 year old class not content to drop her off but wanting to stay too.

Juliette's teacher nicknamed Evie "Snowball" back then, because that is what Juliette called her one day. So, almost four years later, Snowball is barrelling into LW excited about what Kindergarten will bring her and saying goodbye to her friends from the past three classes.

So far, she has received 2 declarations of intentions. There are two boys in her class who've decided she is good life-partner material. It is understandable they would consider her, because she is as good at sports as they are, and really what more could you ask for?

She's participated in about 6 billion art projects, including building and painting a 4 foot Tyrannosaurus Rex this year, and yet she is always ready for the next project.

She's climbed to the top of the jungle gym, learned how to pump her swing, learned to do the balance beam backward, and most importantly exhibited great compassion on those who may have had mishaps attempting the same.

She's learned the alphabet, how to kind of count to 100, sung in concerts, and participated in art shows.

Goodbye preschool.

These were some good times, but Snowball is ready to move on and conquer new things.

What do I do with this?

There are two things in my life that I love more than my husband or children. They are, in order of importance:
- Georgetown Cupcake
- Hellburger

Imagine I have a rare moment to myself in the car this evening and am listening to Marketplace on NPR (never tolerated w/my regular companions) and hear that the President and the Vice President went out for their weekly lunch to a (unnamed) northern Virginia burger place.

My heart drops. I know that if it is northern VA it has to be 1. Arlington or Alexandria and 2. there is a reason they aren't naming it.

I know it is Hellburger. I had Bruce confirm it when I walked through the door.

You ask - why is this a problem? Well, because Hellburger is special. Hellburger is busy from the minute it opens and has lines out the door. The burgers are spectacular - this is from someone who prefers to eat little to no red meat. I can't imagine a choice where Hellburger would be offered and I would turn it down, unless I'd been there two times a week for a month straight. Considering my life circumstances-this clearly doesn't happen.

Now, on the one hand, I'm glad for Hellburger. The chef is passionate about his food and it shows in every element of everything he makes. The President and Vice President deserve to eat food that good, and Hellburger deserves the press.
But I am sad for me! And really, isn't it all about me???

Mom, this means we'll need to get there a half hour prior to opening from here on.

And if we can't get in, we'll console ourselves w/a chocolate coconut cupcake from you know where!!!

thank goodness for glue guns

We read the Lauren Child Princess and the Pea book and were inspired to make beds and comforters and pillows for our friends.

About an hour in we whipped out the glue gun. Much much better.