After we got home, Jim headed up a dance party to those fave songs. Frank Turner's video for "Little Changes" is fabulous. He's hilarious. Jim and the girls tried to learn the moves.
Wrenzy's moves in the background here are pretty great:
Our trees in the front did some lovely spring flowering.
Wrenzy excitedly pulled these tiny items out of her pocket and showed them to me, calling them her "treasures":
It reminded me of Pippi Longstocking because Pippi is a "Thing-Finder," and those are the types of things she finds and thinks are amazing. But I think Wren said Rosie Bunnell gave her those treasures, so it was actually a Rosie thing.
Way after the fact, Ever realized we hadn't done a family sleepover for her birthday and got sad about it, so we did one on the Friday of Easter weekend. I excluded Tiny (mean mom). I think they all watched a movie, and then I put Tiny to bed and just didn't tell her what was going on. Jim excluded himself. I slept on the couch, and the biggers slept on the floor. I read to them until Ever fell asleep in the ten o'clock hour. It was very fun. Morning:
I started the girls in swimming lessons at Waterworks Aquatics in Carlsbad at the end of March. This place versus that terrible one in San Marcos = night and day. They teach the kids to roll over onto their backs to breathe. Then they turn that roll into a side breath. Tiny working on her back float:
She was OK at first, and then I think something scared her. After that, she just screamed and cried through her lessons and didn't want to go. I didn't want to waste money and was going to pull her out, but the manager lady said she thought Tiny just wanted to do what she wanted to do and didn't like being told what to do. She advised me to power through, and I'm so glad I did. Within a few months, Tiny (and Wren, of course) was swimming independently! Best money I ever spent.
Last Easter we had Cikaneks over for dinner, and Rebecca said we should do it every year. I remembered that, but I was also asked to speak on Easter Sunday and was worried about that and didn't know if I wanted to worry about dinner too. In the end, we got pizza and did an egg hunt in Cikaneks' and our backyards that Saturday. Subrebosts joined us, and it was a good time. I promised Rebecca that we'd resume the Easter dinner tradition next year. My phone's attempt at a picture before the hunt:
As seen above, Rafi came prepared for war in some Ninja Turtle outfit or something, and Leela wore her bunny ears. So the Jews were the most festive. My girls were overdressed because we rushed home from a baptism to start the festivities.
I got some stuff for their baskets on Friday night, I believe. Jim wanted to contribute (he's cute like that), so Saturday night he went to Target and got each of them a ton of clothes and some Peeps and other stuff. Jim expected the Peeps to be thrown away and just got them for the sake of tradition, but turns out Tiny's a big fan. Anyway, with all the loot, it was a little bit Easter, a little bit Christmas.
Ever, possessed:
Sometimes I look at her, and I see a teenager.
I think this was Music and the Spoken Word.
Palmquist does this Accelerated Reader program where the kids test on books they read to get points, and then they get different rewards for certain numbers of points. They get a t-shirt when they get 50 points, and the school goal is for 500 students to get shirts. Ever read millions of books at home (like the whole Capital Mysteries series by Ron Roy) last school year but wasn't testing on them. She didn't care about AR, and I didn't care if she didn't care, as long as she was reading. But then super late in the game, she decided she wanted to get her shirt. She tested on bunches of books and earned her shirt only a couple weeks before the deadline.
Wrenzy continued her amazing high-voice singing. Here, she was trying to sing Jean Valjean's "2-4-6-0-1" but was saying, "2-4-6 of 1." She was also recovering from a weird raccoon sunburn that only affected immediately under her eyes.
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