Worth repeating

So tonight Meg participated in her first ever swim meet (it was actually a practice meet but it seemed like the real thing). When we were snuggling before bed, I asked her what she thought of it. She said, "Well, you know mom, they should call it a swim race instead of a swim meet." I asked her what she meant. She said that she expected more people to be there talking (you know, meeting). I suppose it's true, at least from that five year old's perspective.

On another note, we are knee deep in Vacation Bible School this week. Dad is here visiting from Arizona and he has named it "Summer Bible Survival School." I also think this might be a more accurate moniker. Anyway...Meg is perfectly capable of reciting all the things she learned during the day. She gets it after only one try and spends the whole rest of the afternoon singing, humming or mumbling the words of the VBS song she learned that morning. George asked for the evening debrief yesterday and she described to him the snack they had. FYI the snacks are usually clever and tie in really neatly with the theme of the day (usually in a not so healthy way). I didn't hear the explanation about the snack but let's just say it consisted of a small bowl of m&ms, pretzels, mini marshmallows and some other unhealthy items. She told George how great the snack was. He told her that it was junk food. She asked him what people eat in heaven. He said he really wasn't sure what people ate in heaven. She said that it was junk food but they were learning about heaven and that the VBS people probably wanted them to know that in heaven you get to eat junk food so it was ok.

Good night. I am off to bed since I have three more days of Summer Bible Survival school left to teach.

Just checking to see if anyone is paying attention.

Don't be fooled by some of these photos.

Will enjoyed squeezing the eggs into oblivion this year more than dyeing them so he wasn't at the table long. In fact, the whole Easter Bunny portion of Easter went a lot like the Santa Claus portion of Christmas. Open one egg, eat the candy immediately and then move on to another egg (maybe) in search of the next piece of candy. He didn't care much about filling his basket. Olivia was the champion of that and Meg tried her best. These kids definitely like chocolate. I don't blame them.


Meg started out the week preceding Easter with a tally of seven YES SEVEN egg hunts on her calendar. I won't tell you if that was accomplished or not.




Squeezing the egg (above). Note expression. I hope your Easter was beautiful.

“Our Lord has written the promise of the resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in spring-time.” ~Martin Luther