I kind of panicked about having the kids home at all times and signed us up for the first swim lessons slot of the summer, which gave us a week of luxurious berry picking and me sending the kids to hang out with my mom or my mother-in-law for the day while I kept unpacking this never-ending barrage of boxes, and then we were in it.
WE HAVE BEEN IN IT. The squirrels have swim lessons every morning, Geneva is in her first class 'wif no mum!'
and was so proud, and for the first class, so stoic (she gets this small-mouth, eyebrows-up concentration face), and in the second class she took a dunking because she's so small
and then would not go back in. So scared! Alas! The water is up to her teensy chin! But we had a good long talk about it, and another good long talk the next morning when she was not going to swim wessons and she braved it and she has been absolutely killing it ever since. Laughing in class! Volunteering to go first for stuff! Sticking her ENTIRE HEAD under water on PURPOSE.
This salamander I don't need to worry about.
Except when she's drawing other students off to do flips with her instead of paying attention to her teacher.
Ok and THEN. Early last week, my sister-in-law forwarded me info about some free dance classes, except they were nearly upon us! And had been posted ages ago! So we both emailed them all like, Heyyyyyy can we just have whatever you have left for 3- and 5-year-olds? Which is how we ended up with our littles in Baby Jazz and our bigs in Kinder Jazz and then Kinder Acro on Wednesday, and then the littles in Baby Hip Hop (eeeeeeeee!) and the bigs in Kinder Hip Hop and Kinder Break Dance on Thursday!
And THEN on Friday, we left straight from swimming lessons to go spend the day in Langley so we could finally meet this charming creature, my first nephew of my blood.
And we hung out for THE DAY and drove home in the evening, forgetting entirely that the entire world wants to go to Cultus on Friday night, so we were stuck in traffic for AN HOUR AND A HALF I regret not putting this one in jams before we left, I regret it so much.
The weekend was a waterworld, we went to the lake Saturday morning (after Eleanor went to the walk-in because HA HA HA we all have chesty coughs and she has croup) and the splash park Saturday evening
and then Sunday I took these bitches grocery shopping because we have no food ever, we are subsisting entirely on pepperoni sticks and things we can buy from the fruit stand, and that only because we pass it on our way home. I have spent $7 on milk TWICE this week because I've been grabbing it from the corner store as I'm like waiting for our sushi to be ready or some shit.
BECAUSE AND THEN, this week we had signed up for a 3-day dance camp, which started an hour after swimming lessons ended, so we'd go to swim lessons, scamper home for a snack (HAVE I mentioned that we can walk to swim lessons, it is like five minutes, we go through a magical forest
), and then head to Geneva and Frankie's Intro to Like Movement or Similar, I Forget
and then Eleanor and Hazel have Hip Hop and then we go home and have lunch and collapse, except today we did all that and then blew through nap time, stopped off for some bagels, and then tore out to Harrison for Children's Day at the festival.
Did some story-watching.
Did some rock climbing.
Did some beading. Her little concentration mouf.
Went down to the water to cool off because it was hot as balls.
Tomorrow we have swim lessons, and then nothing. NOTHING. We will maybe just boop out to the splash park, conveniently adjacent to swim lessons, and maybe get some pizza for lunch from the place that is conveniently adjacent to THAT, and otherwise move as little as possible.
Hooray for everything.