I saw last night that there was a 2-hour school delay this morning for Kaylee, which pleased me. I think school should always start at 10:30, personally. ;) So I stayed up a little later and enjoyed a bit more of a relaxed start to Monday. Right up to the part where I went to take Kaylee to school, and as I passed the snowman she had built in the middle of our driveway, I realized that there was no way I was going to be able to get out of the garage without running over that snowman. I told her, to warn her, and reminded her that we had taken photos of the snow man to remember him by. I told her I'd do my best to miss him, but that I didn't think there was any way. Sure enough, I backed up as best I could, then stopped before I got to him, and pointed out that I couldn't get out the driveway without backing up more. As we were driving down the driveway, she looks out the back window wailing "You squished him! He's squished! I loved him, he was my favorite friend!" I told her that maybe he wasn't *really* squished, and that I'd look when I came home and see if he was okay. That brought about a bit of peace, anyway.
After running some errands and having lunch at Half Moon with the Glenndale crew, most of whom had all worn the same green Glenndale Sweatshirt, I went home and found Mr. Snowman most definitely squished. His orange buttons (candy pumpkins from Halloween) had melted in the snow, and there was orange snow smeared everywhere. I got a shovel and moved the remains over to the yard next to the sidewalk, and then picked through the orange snow to find the remains of the buttons and sticks, and I rebuilt Mr. Snowman, which was no little task. He looked a little different, and a bit like he'd been shot, with a spray of orange snow behind him, but he was whole. I picked Kaylee up from school and told her he'd been wounded but not killed, and when she saw him she looked him over and decided that I was a hero. *bows* It's a good thing, since I froze my fingers off sifting through orange snow to find tiny little orange buttons. ;)
I stopped at my bank today to do a wire transfer of money, and whomever typed up my info needs to take a refresher course. I had to correct four spelling errors she made on the documentation, including a big mistake by using the wrong account number. This is for a lot of money, and all those errors were not cool. Anyway, I spotted them, fixed them, signed all the papers and left. Oh, while we were waiting, Kaylee watches the lady typing on the typewriter, and asks what that is. I explain that it's an electric typewrite, and that it's what people used before computers to type documents. She looks at me in surprise and says "Wow, that must be REALLY old!" I admittedly felt a little old having to explain what a typewriter was. Anyway, I ran home, grabbed Kaylee's ballet and cheer stuff, and am sitting in ballet when the bank calls, because they'd forgotten to write down the city name I'd given them of where the money is going. An account number, routing number, name, and all the other info isn't good enough to identify a bank?? Nothing I could do about it now, so the transfer won't go through until tomorrow, which does not please me. But...what are you going to do.
Ballet is winding down, and the teacher has a little Christmas party for all the girls. She hands out little candy canes, puts a video of the Rockettes on a tv, and passes out cookies too. Then she opens all the presents that all the kids had brought her today. Well, not all the kids. Then there was a knock on the door, and in walks a very large Santa. Jaws drop, and one little girl spins around and runs full tilt towards her mother, bawling. Mark one child terrified of a big guy in a red suit. :) He let them all tell him what they wanted for Christmas, took a picture with the whole class in front of the tree, then handed more candy on his way out. Kaylee came up to me and said "I know who that was." I said "Oh, who?" She said "It's Austin, Carrie's husband. I know it is, otherwise Austin would be in his normal seat over there." I asked her if that made her sad or if she liked knowing who it was, and she said "It makes me sad. All the Santas I've ever seen are just guys dressed up in a costume." She's so hard to know which way to handle, because on one hand she's almost obsessive about knowing the truth on stuff, and she will sniff it out and not be satisfied until she finds it. On the other hand, she wants so hard to believe in magical stuff, and it's so disappointing to her to have things like that shot down. She's a tough audience! :)
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