Alli turned seven on “Mowch 25th.” It’s problematic to me that she actually pronounces her “R’s” the majority of the time now and has outgrown saying Mowch 25th. Pass the Kleenex.
For the third year in a row Alli’s birthday fell over spring break. I had the brilliant idea of signing the girls up for daily “schwimming” (at least she still says schwimming) lessons over spring break. In my mind it sounded like something fun to look forward to over spring break with the hope that the girls will learn how to not drown.
In reality I had to wrangle the kids to be to the pool 9:15 a.m. They wanted no part of rush, rush, rushing on spring break. They whined and complained. Cried and used their expert skills of body language to communicate their great irritation. To further complicate matters, I couldn’t get all three girls in the pool for lessons at the same time. What could have been 45 minutes of “fun” turned into the greater part of 2 ½ hours by the time we came full circle.