Were are itching like crazy over here for school to be done and the YMCA pool to open. We're going to be busy, busy, busy (like always, I suppose) between June and August, busy in a good way – the kind of busy where we wake up, grab some sunscreen, water bottles, maybe our library cards, and then get home just in time to make dinner and throw a load of laundry in the washer. June 19th, the Chicago Street Theater is holding auditions for Pinocchio. Being in a play will for sure keep Elijah (and me, the chauffeur)occupied . This week he completed yet another drama workshop that ended with a fun little performance for us family members. It has been really encouraging to watch him blossom and grow through these programs.
We experienced a different kind of drama on Wednesday when Benjamin lost his very first tooth! He wouldn't let Troy or me near him when that bottom tooth was loose, no matter how sweetly and sincerely we promised not to yank it. Priscilla, however, had the magic touch he was looking for. It took her less than ten minutes to extract the tooth and explain the ins and outs of tooth fairies and monetary compensation.
Sometime after midnight, Troy remembered the tiny tooth under Benjamin's pillow and put two shiny quarters in its place. Ben was very pleased.
Thursday was "Sports Day" at Mary's preschool. It was also her turn to bring the classroom snack and an item for show-and-tell. When you are four-years-old, it doesn't get more exciting than that. Here is my little sport's star on her big morning:
Notice the pink ruffly skirt under her jersey.
The rest of the week was kind of a blur, until Saturday. On Saturday we played. It was the perfect kind of weekend: relaxed and unstructured, filled with family, sunshine, BBQ, baseball and toads:
And now here are some lovely flowers for you, picked by small delicate fingers from various hanging baskets on our porch, as you start this new week:
Blessed art Thou, O Christ our God, Who hast revealed the fishermen as most wise by sending down upon them the Holy Spirit – through them Thou didst draw the world into Thy net. O Lover of Man, glory to Thee!