There was a scooter ride. Wrenzy did some scootering and some walking.
We have a few pairs of sunglasses, and none of them ever get worn. Briefly, one day, the girls were interested in them (for indoor use).
They also went through a Lincoln Log phase.
Ever helped Jim make snickerdoodles.
Ever started a six-week (I think) jazz/tap class through the City of Oceanside with Leela. No one else registered. Ever and Leela recruited a couple friends from school (Naomie and Aviana) to join so the class wouldn't get canceled. I was usually working on the day of the class, so Anna generally drove. I was able to drive once in the beginning and once at the end. Tiny and Wrenzy ran wild in the gym while Ever was in class.
Wrenzy tried a new technique for swinging Tiny. It was a good idea but didn't work very well.
We had Matix Rondo and Fox and Remy Bunnell over one Thursday morning - Matix for our regular playdate and Fox and Remy because Annie had a doctor's appointment. That's a lot of young children for me. Fox and Remy are really good, though. (Matix less so...)
Tiny hid out under my vanity with a book.
When I was visiting Coco after Anson's birth, Jim took the cars into the shop (one at a time) and ran with the girls in the stroller while the cars were fixed. I decided to try to be productive like that and take the van in on a weekday. In my laziness, I took the single stroller instead of the double, figuring Wren could ride in front or Tiny could sit on Wren's lap. I packed food for them to eat while we ran, and I took lots of pictures because they're so cute.
I was feeling very proud of myself for exercising while getting the car serviced. Then, on the way back to the car place, I had Wrenzy sitting on the front of the stroller. She touched her feet to the tire and made us totally crash. The stroller tipped over, and there was much crying. Wrenzy's foot was stuck between the stroller and the tire, and I had a really hard time getting it out. Everybody was OK, but it was a scene. This lady I had already passed twice (because I'd stop to help the girls, and she'd go by, and then I'd start going again and pass her) witnessed the whole thing. That was embarrassing.
I thought it was funny when the two who can't read read magazines during a car ride.
Ever gave me all sorts of sweet homemade things for Mother's Day.
I enjoyed her answers on this:
We survived the last third-hour Mother's Day brunch of which Jim will be in charge, probably, as his five years as bishop are up this fall. It was a lovely spread - the best we've done, I think. Jim did all the shopping and delegated pretty much everything else. I just helped set up during second hour.
We got an excellent view of the hippos.
Again, the nonreaders read.
One day I was hurrying to get somewhere, as I always am because it's so hard to get everyone ready and out of the house. Tiny and Wrenzy hung out outside while I was finishing up inside. When I went out, I found that they had taken out the lotion (and the Kleenex) and put a bunch in Tiny's hair.
Could be worse, I know. I do realize that so far, my girls don't get into the kind of mischief that I hear lots of other kids getting into.
I love when they make cozy beds on the ground. One day Tiny and Wrenzy set up downstairs, and Tiny read in bed.
Another day they set up beds on the floor upstairs.
We had the Karners, Sorensons, and Eric Perkins over for pizookies and games. The next night, Jim made a gigantic cookie with the remaining dough. I thought his dessert plate should be documented for posterity because who thinks this is a single serving?
Sometimes he goes on no-treat stints. But sometimes he really goes big, and I love it.
Tiny had some trouble figuring out where to hold on during a shoulder ride, but she eventually stopped blinding her carrier.
Wren started saying, "What the heck?" all the time. She said she learned it from Matix. Then one day we were in Target, and Tiny kept saying, "Matix say, 'What the heck?'" over and over again. It was hilarious. She stopped saying it when I tried to get a video, so I was only able to capture "What the heck?"
Tiny's obsession with alligators continues. So funny and weird.
One day I was putting Tiny on the counter to clean her up, and I said something like, "Are you my angel?" She answered, "I'm Tiny Tot."
I don't think I realized that the line "Get your booty on the floor tonight" is from the song "Pump Up the Jam." What a ridiculous diddy I accidentally taught the girls. Fortunately Jim wasn't with us when Tiny started singing her own rendition, which goes, "Booty floor tonight," repeated.
