Yesterday was a half-day at school.
And the term "half-day" goes simultaneously with pure delight in our family.
Wait, let's clarify: the term "half-day" equals delight for the KIDS in this family.
To the haggard, tired, single-mother-for-almost-a-full-week-'cause-her-husband's-still-in-China part of the family, the term "half day" doesn't hold quite the charm.
But it doesn't hold dread either, because hey, how can it be dreaded when you factor in these expressions??
Oops...that's not the delight one...There we go.This is what we refer to as Lucy's "happy." And let's have a little cheer for me right here since I FINALLY caught it.
(And let's also note that I am really learning to pick my battles. The fact that Lucy wants to wear her Strawberry Shortcake nightgown that's way to small for her over her clothes is something I chose NOT to battle over. Plus, you've got to admit it's kinda cute.)
At one point in the day I counted 16 girls in a complete swirl of activity.
And one poor boy sitting in the midst of them plunking out his piano practice that his mean mom made keep his word to do when he decided he wanted to sleep in the morning instead of doing it then.
But never fear, he definitely got in some play too...in the midst of a thousand pink bikes in the driveway...
That never stopped some good hoops.
Today we catapulted into summer as six little girls decided it was time to start swimming.
And we squoze enough fresh lemons for one heck of a lemonade stand.
But I wasn't quite as quick to jump in with the camera.
I was tired from speaking at two stake baptisms.
And cleaning up half of the lemon juice off the floor.
Ok Dave, please come home.
I am ready.