Thursday... In the Park. I Think it was the Fourth of July.

This past week, we celebrated our Nation's birthday. The fourth of July is always a good time and this year was no exception. We started out by enjoying a lovely pancake breakfast with our fellow churchgoers. Unfortunately we forgot the camera for this part of the celebration, so you'll have to take my word for it that pancakes always taste better when eaten outdoors. 

Then I got some crazy idea to make a patriotic dessert. Chris and I have a date with the beach here shortly, so our dreams of cherry pie turned into a Rice Krispies treat flag in the interest of limiting calorie consumption.

Then Jane and I procured some M&M's with that in mind. 

I employed my resident child labor in the color sorting process.

Which led to the discovery that the M&M's folks either don't care for red or that red dye is expensive. Either way, there are shamefully few red M&M's in that giant bag. Not nearly enough to make the requisite 7 red stripes. 

So our flag turned into a few pathetic fireworks, which looked kind of like patriotic spiders. I would put this on Pinterest, but it would probably go viral like that picture of the ugly dog. 

The kids didn't care. They enjoyed it. Along with unlimited watermelon. Which explains the pink spotted shirts at the end of the day. Lots and lots of watermelon.

The kids really enjoyed those popper things. 

And watching those black pellets labeled "snakes" that are really just flaming turds. 

As it is every Independence Day, the joy of sparklers was rediscovered.

And then quickly forgotten. 

And then re-rediscovered.

Until we ran out of sparklers and had to hit up the city for a bit more entertainment. 

It was a good show, making the late night almost worth it and the early morning on the 5th of July almost bearable. Almost.

It's the End of the World as We Know It (or at Least First Grade)

Yesterday was the last day of first grade for Emily. It's a pretty big day for a little person.

Last week, Emily's class put on their end of school plays. Chris and Jane and Grandma and Grandpa crammed themselves into a tiny room with dozens of other parents and families and were rewarded with plenty of entertainment.

This is Emily: Fresh out of first grade. (For some reason backpacks were strictly prohibited on the last day. Maybe to prevent the kids from smuggling in weapons.)

She has been working hard this year and so one of her many treasures to come home in the final days of school was a $25 Barnes and Noble gift card, which was rewarded to the two kids in each class to read the most words. She's very anxious to use it and asks at every break in conversation when we are going to Barnes and Noble. Soon, Emily, soon.

Finishing the first grade warrants a treat in the form of chocolate and dairy substance from everyone's favorite McRestaurant. 

And as an added bonus, yesterday was the first day of swimming lessons. Now I love going to swim lessons just about as much as I love going to the dentist. Maybe less. And it seems to be rubbing off on the kids.    

                         

Maybe it's the 85 degree heat and the 85% humidity in the swim area. Maybe it's the questionable pool deck that should have been replaced 20 years ago and cleaned regularly since. Maybe it's the urine smell. Maybe it's all those babies in the background excreting actual urine into the pool. I'm just not a fan. But the kids gotta learn to swim. 

Today was the first day of summer vacation. It's times like this when it's especially hard to be back at work. I remember all the park days and the running through the sprinkler and going to the spray park. It makes me sad. But I am happy that my kids are active and happy and outdoors all summer long. I was reminded of that today when I picked them up and they smelled like sunscreen and sweat and outside. A big part of me just wants to call off work for the summer so I can come home every day all sunscreeny and sweaty. But I know that's not a possibility, so I'm doing the best I can with what I've got and trying to enjoy summer evenings filled with chlorine, a preschooler who is suddenly petrified of the water, and a front seat view of the senior citizen's water exercise class. Because, believe it or not, someday these will be the good old days. 

Bubba's Boise Baptism

Sorry, Donovan, I know you've grown out of the nickname "Bubba", but who can resist such a lovely alliteration? Someone with more willpower than I have. That's who.

Last week we traveled to Boise for cousin Donovan's baptism. Since I have neither an endless supply of vacation leave nor an endless supply of sanity, we flew, rather than drove. It turns out that a preschooler with a prosthesis is a big risk when it comes to flying. They frequently carry bombs. Or so the security agents thought. Maybe next time we'll take it off before we get to the airport.

But we eventually arrived in one piece.

Ryan and Amity's ward just so happened to be putting on a 5k fun run that weekend, so we participated.

Emily ran in the 1 mile kids' race.

Chris won the 5k. I did not win. Not even close. But I will always be content to be an "also ran".

My kids spent the weekend tormenting this poor creature, which led to some pretty intense allergic reactions for Emily, which I was happy to treat with Benadryl at bedtime. 

We spent lots of fun time with cousins. 

It was a good experience overall.

Unfortunately, the camera seemed to get misplaced a lot, so this is about it for our trip. 

Next up... end of the school year which has unbelievably not happened yet thanks to 5 full or partial snow days in the last 6 weeks of school. 

A Springy Performance

This past weekend was one of the high points of the year. The annual spring dance recital captivated parents for three and a half hours on Friday.

Emily was a "goddess". This was much more exciting to her than last year, when she was "Pocahontas" and her outfit was brown. Everyone knows that the outfit is the most exciting part of the performance.

Emily had the opportunity to be in ballet with lots of great friends this year. Here she is with just a couple of them in the green room before the show. On a side note, Kaylee, (on the left) will be leaving our town soon and so this is their last recital together. Emily and Kaylee have been friends since birth and we are so sad to see her go.

I signed up to be "class Mom" (I thought it was "classy mom" and was really roped into it through false advertising) and sit in the balcony with the class while they were not performing. When you get together a baker's dozen kids with stage fright, it adds up to a lot of nervous bladders. I spent most of the first couple hours of the performance in the bathroom.

Chris and Jane joined us at intermission (or half-time as Chris calls it). Part of the miracle of cell phones is that very small children don't have to sit through an entire dance recital because mom can text before intermission.

Emily really enjoyed dancing (as you can see in this picture of the curtain call - she is the far right "goddess"). The joy on her face is all the thanks we need for a years' worth of funding and transportation to dance class.

What makes it all worth it to Emily? The flowers. She would walk through fire for a bouquet of roses from daddy. Luckily, she won't have to.

The recital signaled the end of our craziest May days and I was finally able to get my garden done. Now I am hoping for a bit of a break before our next craziness starts because I am legitimately exhausted. Sometimes I wonder how soccer moms do it. I don't ever want to find out firsthand.

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It's been almost a week since Emily turned 7 and I haven't blogged about it. That's because May in our house is sort of like finals week, but all month. More on that later. Anyway, if I can get my mind to remember the events of the last week, I'll release them to the blogosphere where they will be recorded for all time.

Emily's birthday extravaganza started last Friday with a bowling party. 

                                     

                                              

Followed by pizza. My folks made it to town for the last bit of the party. We are grateful for their help in serving all those hungry kiddos.

                                   

Followed by cupcakes which constituted Birthday Cake #1. (Keep track. There will be a quiz at the end.)

The bowling party was a blast and I'm happy we did it because Emily had fun and I didn't have to keep 15 kids busy for two hours with only my own meager mental resources. 

The next day was party #2 at my parents house with Birthday Cake #2.

The following week was the Real Birthday. More presents.

A brand new bike that matches her size.

It took a bit of getting used to, ending in a few crashes and an altercation at the park with a lippy teenager.

Super fancy dinner at Panda Express.

                                             

And Birthday Cake #3. 

Sometime during Emily's week of celebration came Mother's day. Poor Chris. He tries so hard to try and give me a break every year, but it never seems to work out. Part of me is looking forward to the days when Emily is embarrassed by parties and she just wants money for her birthday. A big part. But not as big as the part that is happy that Emily is part of our family. We love her and we think she gets better every year.

Happy Birthday Emily!

D.D.N.

Before Chris and I had kids, we were married for five and a half years. During the majority of this period of time, we were on the starving college student end of things, but we spent every Friday and Saturday night doing something fun. Sometimes it was walking to the video store (my kids will never know what this is) to rent a video. Sometimes it was a long walk around the neighborhood above our Osage Street apartment - the one where the Big Fancy Houses were. At the end of the walk, we would make a stop at the Big Fancy convenience store and buy a fairly average pack of M&M's before returning to the slums where we lived. When budget allowed, we would go see a movie and, after Chris had graduated, we would cut out early on a Friday afternoon and make a trip to the big city.

And then... there were children. I love my children dearly, but date night has become harder and harder to come by. We would love to have a sitter once a week, but once a month became all that was realistic. We missed our time together. That's when we "invented" D.D.N. It started out as Dessert Date Night, but it was shortened because A) We didn't want the kids to know we were having dessert without them and B) Dessert Date Night takes too long to say. 

D.D.N. is some sort of a dessert once a week after the kids go to bed. It's usually pretty random and decided on via I.M. depending on what we're in the mood for and how fat we feel that day. (On fat days, D.D.N. is a diet cherry limeade). 

In the middle of the winter this year, we decided that we wanted to do an extra-ambitious and extra-fun series of date nights. Now, because I am super secure with myself, I have no problem admitting that we love Harry Potter. When the Deathly Hallows book came out, I stood in line at midnight and bought two hardcover copies because neither one of us wanted to wait to read it second. This was during our days when we had a single, tiny income and it was hard to make ends meet. That's how much we love Harry Potter.

So, anyway, we decided to watch all eight movies and have Harry Potter themed desserts. And now you have to hear about it.

We started with rock cakes. These are really good. Kind of a cross between a cookie and a scone. 

Next we did pumpkin pasties. Delightful.

I decided cauldron cakes (which were not described in detail in the books) were like black bottom cupcakes. Except for that I used a cake that wasn't dense enough and ended up with white bottom cupcakes. Oh well.

Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean. I would rather eat uncooked entrails than repeat this experience. 

Licorice wands (Okay, so this is just licorice, but if I dipped it in white chocolate, it would have just looked like a magician's wand - not a wizard's wand. I'm really going for authenticity here). 

Treacle tart. This one was a delicious surprise - sweet, citrus-y, amazing. 

Chocolate Frogs. Ron was right. The cards are the best part. 

And, last but not least, butterbeer. It goes down so smooth, you don't even notice it has a zillion calories. 

Our Harry Potter D.D.N's have been some of my favorites. Are Chris and I huge, giant geeks? Yeah, pretty much. That's why we enjoy each other's company so much. All I need to be completely content is Chris and enough spare change in the couch cushions for two packs of M&M's.