Brooke started off trick-or-treating in the neighborhood with a couple of friends, while Ryan and Luke went out (close) just the two of them. Everyone felt very grown-up and independent.
After some early trick-or-treating, we all went out to try to score some more candy by hitting some of the streets a little farther away then just our block. All three of the kids hit up every house they possibly could.
The Catherine Cook JV Girls Volleyball team took 2nd place in the championships (losing to British). This was an amazing feat given the fact that the last time the girls played (after no season last year due to covid) they didnt win a single game. They had such an amazing season. It was great to be back playing school sports, win or loose, and it was great to see the comraderie between the girls. Now onto club volleyball!
We went to Target, which has a new partnership with some earring company and has been doing lots of adverting in my social media feeds. Good thing, because we could do a return plus shop plus pierce some ears!
She was really nervous, but did a great job. The second one was worse than the first (it always is), but she did it. I paid and we started strolling to the front to do my return. She said, "when she did the second one everything went black for a second." And I figured it was just nerves. We got most of my return processed (just waiting on the receipt) and Brooke asked if we could just leave and go to the car. I looked at her, and her eyes were glassy and staring at nothing and her face was really pale. I knew what was coming next.
I tried to reach and grab her, but the cart was in between us. I grabbed and held her and she started to collapse, hitting her head on the cart as she went. I pushed the cart out of the way and tried to brace her as she went down. She hit the ground and immediately opened her eyes and said "Im fine." The customer service girl (who also tried helping me grab Brooke as she fell) was freaking out and wanted to call and ambulance. I said no, but asked her to watch Brooke (laying on the floor, in Target) so I could find her some juice or something. Luckily they had coolers by the checkout so I grabbed a Gatorade. A few minutes and a few sips later … and we were good to go.
So, it seems Brooke has inherited my keen ability to pass out. I'm hoping it was just a really random thing triggered by a lack of food (she worked out and hadn't had lunch yet) plus really high stress and fear.
We will know for sure when they dissect frogs in science class!
Brooke's birthday was two days ago, but we didnt have our cupcakes that night. Due to a variety of factors (mostly having to do with our own disorganization on top of kids busy schedules) it took us two days to blow out the candle. But, we need to make our birthday wish ... no matter when we do it. Right? Plus, is it ever too late for cupcakes?
Brooke is 13 today. The only thing she wanted was DiGiorno pizza. Technically, not really the pizza. She wanted to scrape off all the toppings and eat just the crust. But, how can you deny a Birthday Girl her wish? She had school, then practice, then a scrapped pizza. Busy girl ... busy TEENAGER!
