Miscellaneous May

At a post-preschool play date at Ella's, the girls rehearsed for their teenage years:

Then Ella led a yoga class:

All-time favorite pic of Wren (looking incredibly elfish):

Saturday morning snuggles:

Ever continues to sleep in odd positions/locations because of her FOMO:

Ever enjoyed a Paw Patrol-themed birthday party for Addi Goodwin:

Mother's Day we had the traditional third-hour lunch at church for the ladies. Jim delegated more of the tasks this time, so it was a lot easier. I didn't do anything besides help set up during the second hour. Jim even handled the message so the Relief Society presidency didn't have to. Ever gave me lots of Mother's Day mementos that she made in preschool and at church (the Popsicle stick one says, "I love you to pieces," I am told):

One day I had the bright idea that since it doesn't appear we're going to have a son, one of our girls should use the name we've wanted to use for a boy. I asked Ever what she thought about naming a son Soren James since Daddy and I aren't going to get a chance to use the name. She said, "I definitely will. If I remember." I asked if I should remind her when she gets old and gets married and starts having babies. She responded, "You might die, though." So that's sad.

Wren started practicing standing all by herself. She can be very deliberate about her training, and Ever is very supportive. (I have no idea why this video insists on turning sideways when I post it.)

Memorial Day we had the annual breakfast at the church. I started bawling uncontrollably during "The Star-Spangled Banner." I picture the colonists being so brave and fighting in the Revolutionary War, and I cry and cry and cry. I was glad there wasn't much of a program this year because I can't handle that much talk about America and veterans. I think I'm more emo about our country than Pod. 

In the evening, Paul and Susan and kids came over for pizza. We squeezed in a quick trip to the Harbor before that to see the McEwan and Wilson clans. Wrenzo practiced her cheerleading toss:

Tutu and Papa came to visit for a long weekend in the beginning of June, and we couldn't wait. During the last week of May, Ever could hardly contain herself. She wanted to help me make up the bed and get the guest room ready. One night she had been in bed, quiet, for over an hour. I thought she was sleeping. Jim and I were hanging out downstairs, and out of the blue she called out, "I can't wait 'til Tutu and Papa gets [sic] here." Next day, same story. She'd been in bed for about 45 minutes when she called down, "Mom, what day are we going to make the cake for Tutu?" (We had promised Tutu a belated birthday cake and planned to make it the day before they arrived.) It's so funny how Ever just hangs out in her room thinking about things, and so cute how excited she was about Tutu and Papa. So next up - a visit from Mamo and Podcast.