Swimming Lessons

Spenser is currently enrolled in swimming lessons.   This is the same class he took last summer.  We figured it would be good for him to have a refresher course.  He'll take the next class up in August when Harper will be old enough to take the class he is in now.  He's doing quite well, though he's usually busy telling the instructors all kinds of stories that have little to do with the subject at hand.  When he is wearing goggles, he is all about getting his head under water.  He's still hesitant to jump off the diving board, however. 

Typically, Harper will go to preschool in the morning and Spenser will stay home until swim lessons at 11 am.  After lunch, Spenser will join Harper at preschool.  The other day, as Harper was leaving, Spenser gives her a hug and tells her to learn things at school so she can get smart.  You have to get smart to turn into a grown up according to him.

Phone dump

 Spenser figured out how to take a selfie on my phone.  Now he is perfecting his douche bag pout.

Our beloved neighbors are moving down the road a few miles.  Ms. Diane is always thinking about the kids.  She found them this awesome Kettler see-saw at a garage sale and gifted us with it.  The kids love it and are pretty perfectly balanced together on it.  Now, just to teach Harper that you can't get off when you are at the top.

 Harper making some miniature fruit tarts made of jam and premade pie crust.  They stuck to the pan and had to be soaked off, but she had a lot of fun putting them together.

 Nothing like warm Krispy Kreme for a breakfast treat.  Spenser loves the doughnut holes and can plow through an entire cup of them in one sitting.

 Harper likes the hats and balloons, but is not as big a fan of doughnuts.  She probably took three bites out of the one she picked out before declaring herself done.

Harper modelling the nightgown I made for her from a pretty pillowcase.

Sunshine!

When I'm working evenings, I will frequently not get home and to sleep until 2 am or later.  C learned early on to not wake me up in the morning.  (He threw open the shades and turned the lights on at 9 am once, telling me not to sleep the day away.  He only did that one time.)   The kids, however, don't know to respect my sleep yet.  The other morning,  Spenser came in to our bedroom and opened all the shades, letting the glorious May sun shine in.  He then came over and poked me in the nose, saying, "Rise and shine, sunshine!  Time to wake up!"  Hard to get angry when he says such cute things.