A special day with Miss M

I get a weekly email listing out most of the activities that are going on in town. I usually don't pay much attention to it but last week I was looking through it (probably while I was stalling to get out of bed) and saw one of the local library branches was doing a rocket ship craft time.  Miss M has been quite into rocket ships and space and planets. I think I credit/blame Mickey Mouse and Chick-Fil-A. 

I arranged for the babysitter to come take care of Mr. Man while Miss M and I went to lunch. Her choice was McDonald's. Shocking.  She ate her four piece nugget meal with five ketchup cups. 

 Then we went to the library and made a rocket ship on paper. It was really cute. The kids could tape/glue crepe paper to the rocket ship to signify the blast off.  There were some parents who were very concerned with helping their kids make the rocket ship look like the example. I was just happy to sit back and watch Miss M do her work. I did get recruited to help color the rocket ship but that was about all of my contribution outside of the transportation.

We were leaving for a wedding a couple days later and I wanted to get my nails done before we left. There wasn't really time to take Miss M home and drop her off and leave again so I decided to take her with me. I had convinced myself she would sit on my lap (what's left of it) or sit next to me and watch shows on the phone and there would be silent bliss. Nope. She did sit next to me but she sat next to me and asked 1,980,934 questions about the happening inside the salon.

Including but not limited to the massage chair. 

When I moved to get a manicure the lady offered a little stool for Miss M to sit on. This might have been the worst idea ever. All she wanted to do was spin in it and roll all over the place in it. Thankfully they weren't busy but I am not sure some of the other customers appreciated a busy/talkative three year old.

When we got home she was worried we wouldn't have cupcakes for Uncle Craig's birthday so we whipped up some cupcakes. They weren't really that tasty. We lugged them all to Des Moines and all of them back just to end up in the trash. It's the thought that counts.