Rowan isn't swimming yet, per se. He goes to lessons but he is trepidatious like his sister was. He'll continue to contentedly plod along with the other three-year-olds.
Fiona sold a whopping 70ish boxes of Girl Scout cookies. I hadn't realized just how much people love Girl Scout cookies until we approached our friends, family, and neighbors, and people bought five boxes at a time. Of course, those Girl Scouts are clever, selling them at $4 a pop -- it's easier to buy five and make it an even $20. Sneaky sneaky. So Fiona, Rowan, and I picked up our stash from the Cookie Mom's house and went straight to work, sorting and labeling and rubber-banding. The kids were cheerful workers. It was a fun little project for all, as was the taste test performed later that night (verdict: Samoas are the best. Obv.) Fiona loves being Irish, but she was particularly proud on St. Patrick's Day. Her friend Aidan's dad came into talk about Ireland to her class -- "He's REAL Irish, he was born in Ireland. Not like Daddy who was born in Florida." She learned that chips are crisps and fries are chips, and other mind-bending trivia. And the class seemed to spend a lot of time leading up to St. Patrick's Day talking about leprechauns. I can't figure out why they'd want to promote that myth, but promote it they did. Fiona learned her leprechaun name (according to a worksheet her teacher passed out) is Patty Weebit, and she learned her teachers' real first names (Diana and Linda, which, she has declared, will be the names of two of her future daughters), which was a thrill in its own right. Fiona and I spent a weekend up north celebrating cousin Andrew's birthday, while Dada stayed home with a sick Rowan. His fever lasted for most of a week, mixed with a couple of days of vertigo ("The house is moving!"), followed by congestion-type stuff, but fortunately he's doing well now. *I neglected to take photos, but we had a surprise visit from cousin Karen, AND saw cousin Ellen at Andrew's fete. Cousin Karen, we are almost out of wine gums. Hint hint. Granddad came down for a hockey game and some Easter prep. Which reminds me I have more hard-boiled eggs to eat! We dyed eggs and The Men took apart some old radiator pipes that were sticking out of the bedroom floors in preparation for sanding and refinishing. No more splintered wood! I imagine we'll all be falling a lot because the floors will be so smooth. Easter was a gas. Aunt Colleen joined us the night before for pot roast. On the big day, there were Easter baskets and an egg hunt (in the front and back yards, as requested). Fiona was delighted to receive scratch art -- apparently she thought she was going to have to wait until Christmas to get some. Rowan had specifically asked for train tracks (after we put the tracks together to his satisfaction, Rowan happily dragged his train along the track while Fiona named the train cars and described their relationships). Add candy and bubbles to the mix, and you have some pretty happy kids. Who's that swimming machine? It's Fiona. She's graduated to Gold level, which perplexingly terrifies her, but I tend to think it's wonderful. She jumps into the pool, she can swim 15 yards on her back or doing the breath arm stroke, she can tread water for at least a few seconds. For a kid who used to refuse to put her face in the water, she's made incredible progress and we are so proud. Private lessons will end next week, and she'll proceed with the Gold group when we return from Florida. Rowan isn't swimming yet, per se. He goes to lessons but he is trepidatious like his sister was. He'll continue to contentedly plod along with the other three-year-olds.
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Dee Pierce Erickson
3/30/2016 08:31:16 am
Good post. Thanks for the updates.
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cousin Karen
4/3/2016 10:27:54 am
Our family agrees, those are the BEST wine gums. I have also bought my own jar of sour cherry preserves and plan to eat it ALL!!!
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