The girls started swimming lessons this week - twice a week for the next month or so. It just so happened that their first lesson happened to fall on Julie's birthday. The lessons are from 4:30-5, so between that, picking the girls up from school and CeCe's preschool, there wasn't much time for me to make a gourmet supper. So I did the next best thing. Ordered Boston Pizza to be delivered at 5:30 and bought an ice cream cake. (I don't think there were any complaints.) Julie stayed home from swimming lessons just in case the supper showed up early or we were late getting home from swimming - it turned out to be a good thing because the supper was early and waiting for us when we got home.
The girls all put their bathing suits on at home before we left. When we got there, we just went into a family change room and they took their clothes off that they were wearing over top of their suits. However, there are several different lessons going on as well as a parent/tot group so after lessons, the line-up for family rooms was pretty long. The older two have changed by themselves before, but CeCe was kind of a wild card. She's old enough that she doesn't like to come into men's bathrooms with me. (I don't really like public men's bathrooms either.) After a solid warning and chat, she agreed she would listen to Jorja and accept help if she needed it. I sent them in to the women's room on their own. I waited...and waited...texted Julie to tell her what was up...waited...heard CeCe's name being spoken while I waited outside...waited. Finally they all emerged more or less in tact. One had pants that were soaked, one had no socks and one was commando. But we made it.
We then had our birthday supper and had cake served on vintage dessert plates with sparkling raspberry cider served in tea cups. What more could a girl ask for? Pinkies out. Pip pip cheerio.
The girls all love going to the library, so we end up there fairly often. The library here is in the basement of a building and there is a glass elevator that goes down the one floor. It has become a highlight of the trips. The last time the girls rode solo. They were a little excited:
Ginny's class was carving pumpkins at school this year. She really wanted me to come - the only issue was what to do with CeCe. To be honest, I wasn't super keen on the idea. But I sucked it up and asked the teacher if it was ok if CeCe came along. Somewhat to my disappointment, she said that was no problem at all. There was no going back now. So Wednesday afternoon, CeCe and I set off to carve some pumpkins. It turns out there were a lot of parent helpers and a lot of little siblings. Ginny had fun and got her hands dirty. Once we were both all goopy, we shook hands. Mmmmm, squishy pumpkin gut handshake. CeCe didn't have as much fun - preschool, swimming and birthday party the night before along with skating that morning made her a little crusty. But we made it. The kids drew the faces and the adults manned the knives. I ended up carving four pumpkins and zero fingers. I'd call that a success.
Tonight we'll be off to get some candy. Two ninjas and one princess. No, I'm not the princess. Later.