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Nov. 1st, 2009 09:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckYesterday was a long day. Cordelia had a soccer game at 2:45, and then we went up to Scott's sister's house for a Halloween party and trick or treating. We didn't get home until almost ten.
The soccer game felt longer than it was because it was cold. The wind was blowing hard enough that the wind chill was about ten degrees, putting the effective temperature in the thirties. The kids were fine while they were running around, but during the parts of the game when they were on the sidelines, they got pretty cold.
Cordelia was goalie during the last quarter. I felt sorry for her. She was still so much that she must have been half frozen. We'd told her to bounce and otherwise keep moving, but I think she forgot. She gave up two goals and was unhappy about it. This was the first game this season that her team lost.
After the game, we had to rush to get home so that Cordelia could change into her costume. She went as Uniqua of the Backyardigans by dressing all in pink, including a skirted overall jumper (Uniqua wears pink overalls. We didn't have any pink overalls with legs, but Cordelia thought this was close enough) and wearing a cardboard mask left over from her birthday party last May.
We missed the party part of events at Scott's sister's place but were in time for a little food and for trick or treating. We'd dithered a lot about whether even to go. Cordelia's never before trick or treated away from our neighborhood. She wasn't sure for a long time that she wanted to try it.
As it turned out, Cordelia enjoyed trick or treating with her cousin and one of her cousin's friends. The neighborhood had a vast number of kids going through, many more than our neighborhood gets (the estimate in advance was five hundred kids, but more than that must have come through because my sister-in-law and her husband were ransacking the house by 7:30, searching for additional things to give away as treats).
I was fairly bored through the evening. My sister-in-law sat at the top of her driveway, just inside the garage, to give out treats. I was reluctant to be outside, so I stayed in the living room and crocheted. That left me talking to her mother-in-law when I wasn't alone. She and I are friendly enough, but we don't have a lot in common.
Scott has promised Cordelia that she can trade in her candy, at least the stuff containing dairy, toward a new toy. He and I are both sad that the most desirable treats are the ones she'll be giving up. I probably would have just rationed it heavily if left on my own as the amount of dairy isn't necessarily huge, but it's probably better this way. We've never managed to completely get rid of her eczema, and it does get worse with more dairy.
The soccer game felt longer than it was because it was cold. The wind was blowing hard enough that the wind chill was about ten degrees, putting the effective temperature in the thirties. The kids were fine while they were running around, but during the parts of the game when they were on the sidelines, they got pretty cold.
Cordelia was goalie during the last quarter. I felt sorry for her. She was still so much that she must have been half frozen. We'd told her to bounce and otherwise keep moving, but I think she forgot. She gave up two goals and was unhappy about it. This was the first game this season that her team lost.
After the game, we had to rush to get home so that Cordelia could change into her costume. She went as Uniqua of the Backyardigans by dressing all in pink, including a skirted overall jumper (Uniqua wears pink overalls. We didn't have any pink overalls with legs, but Cordelia thought this was close enough) and wearing a cardboard mask left over from her birthday party last May.
We missed the party part of events at Scott's sister's place but were in time for a little food and for trick or treating. We'd dithered a lot about whether even to go. Cordelia's never before trick or treated away from our neighborhood. She wasn't sure for a long time that she wanted to try it.
As it turned out, Cordelia enjoyed trick or treating with her cousin and one of her cousin's friends. The neighborhood had a vast number of kids going through, many more than our neighborhood gets (the estimate in advance was five hundred kids, but more than that must have come through because my sister-in-law and her husband were ransacking the house by 7:30, searching for additional things to give away as treats).
I was fairly bored through the evening. My sister-in-law sat at the top of her driveway, just inside the garage, to give out treats. I was reluctant to be outside, so I stayed in the living room and crocheted. That left me talking to her mother-in-law when I wasn't alone. She and I are friendly enough, but we don't have a lot in common.
Scott has promised Cordelia that she can trade in her candy, at least the stuff containing dairy, toward a new toy. He and I are both sad that the most desirable treats are the ones she'll be giving up. I probably would have just rationed it heavily if left on my own as the amount of dairy isn't necessarily huge, but it's probably better this way. We've never managed to completely get rid of her eczema, and it does get worse with more dairy.
