We had no problems getting the summertime off to a start. After a quick lesson on the new rules and chores of the summer, the girls have willingly done the extra work each day in hopes that they will be rewarded with their first ever "allowance". Emma has big plans to purchase the gaudy Dora tennis shoes she saw the other day because they light up, and in the words of the little princess "people can see me at night when I wear them, and they will think that I'm beautiful." Abby doesn't care as much about the beauty thing...she wants to buy a zhu-zhu pet since her mother has obviously deprived her of this really cool new toy that every kid wants but never plays with once it is out of the box.
The girls are at vacation bible school at the methodist church up the street this week. It is a huge vbs, and the girls are having so much fun! It's the same place where Emma will be attending preschool next year, so she has been saying all week that she is going to school. When I went to pick her up in her classroom today, she had camped out in one of the teacher's laps and was just having a ball. Both girls have come home singing cute little songs and talking about how much fun they are having with their friends. And I have to say that it has been so very nice to have a quiet house for 3 hours each morning while Nate is sleeping and the girls are away. I had no idea how much I could get done when I wasn't constantly being interrupted to get something for someone.
We've been doing our share of swimming. It's been wicked hot this week, so the pool is the only way to go if you want to go outside...
...except if you have t-ball practice. Abby's playing t-ball with the big boys this year, as softball doesn't start around these parts until they are 7. She is 1 of 2 girls on their team, but she is friends with a couple of the boys. She's a bit of a tomboy, that girl.
Practice was cut drastically short (meaning, they basically got to run and practice the art of throwing) because of some nasty lightning in the vicinity. Welcome to Florida, where pop-up storms are some of the greatest things in the summertime. Since it is a christian-based organization, they ended practice with a prayer...I love this picture:
I was quite glad that practice was called off because it was hotter than a tick on a coon dog's back...or something like that. We stayed around for a few more minutes watching a couple of friends finish up their practices, and Nafey boy was mesmerized by it all. He kept asking me "Where's my bat?"...referring to a yellow bat he carries around all the time to knock his sisters upside their noggins. He loves that bat and kept telling me that he needed to bring it so he could play with the boys. His language has just exploded lately, and it has been so much fun to hear him say these long drawn out sentences explaining what is going on in his head. I hope he can really play someday.
The kids loved playing with their friends and taking turns falling off the bleachers. It took me back almost 20 years when we would spend countless hours at the ball fields playing and watching games as kids. Man, those were fun times. I have so many memories of those ball fields and concession stands...of eating as many of those smartie-type suckers as I could buy and climbing on the red dirt pile by the t-ball field. Its funny thinking that the girls are now creating their own memories by doing this same kind of stuff. It's been a great week! Truly, an awesome start to a fun-filled summer.