diving for treasures

Yesterday was lovely weather. Wayne thought it was Hot, but I thought it was just about perfect in the 80s. So when Wayne got home from helping someone in the ward "move" (and helping paint their house for them because they weren't packed when people showed up to help), he told me he wanted to go swimming as soon as I got back from the primary activity.

So I rushed off to the primary talent show, which was a barrel of laughs. There's just something funny about three 4 year-olds doing a "dance routine." Especially when they forget at the beginning why they are even on stage and one of the mothers is anxiously signaling the steps to the girls to help jog their memories. Hehehe. I loved seeing the kids in my class do their stuff. It was fun seeing what the kids wanted to do for the show, except for the very uncomfortable "discussion" one parent had with their child who was insisting she didn't want to perform after all. With the microphone between the two of them. In the "on" position. I kept inwardly wishing she would just take her 5 year-old off the stage and move on. But it did make me wonder what a good way to encourage your child to be brave is; some parents did nothing when their 8 year-old decided he didn't "feel" like playing the piano; another tried to sit on stage with her 4 year-old child when the child decided halfway through she was done, but left after a couple of moments because the daughter kept her head buried in her mom's shoulder. It probably depends on the child and the circumstance, eh?

Anyway swimming was a blast yesterday. We played a game diving for an object at the bottom of the pool, and racing across the pool. We practiced different strokes. And we only remembered the sunscreen about half an hour into the swimming, so I only stayed in the pool a bit longer and then sat in the shade throwing the object for Wayne to dive for, or timing how long he could stay under water. Fortunately I'm not too pink today at all; there's nothing wrong with pink, except when talking about sunburns!

Friday night we went to a ward dinner, with the theme of "Survivor." This, apparently, is some sort of TV show. No one at our table had a clue what the show was about, but we ended up winning anyway. After a miserable attempt to shoot plastic cups off a table with a toy bow and arrow set, we won or tied all the other events - running with two people tied back-to-back to dump a ball in a bucket, a memory game, and a race to get puzzle pieces from a bucket of rice and put it together. They had "luxury items" or a "leg up" that you could choose when you won; we usually chose the luxury items. The "leg up" just never seemed very helpful when other people chose it. Anyway, it was fun to get to know some other people in the ward.

We wandered around Target looking at kid toys and grown up toys one night last week. :) I think it was Thursday. We had gotten a free coupon for a Jamba juice, and wandered around Target which is next door to Jamba juice, drinking our smoothie.

I went to enrichment Tuesday night while Wayne played racquetball with a friend. I came home with three pots with some seeds that will hopefully grow cilantro, parsley, and basil for us. We will see. At the very least I have some pots now.... So my question is, what else can we grow in pots? Can we grow some type of tomato in a pot? Mmm. We don't have a backyard, but we do have a balcony and a pot (not all of our ten trees have survived over the years...). Strawberries? Could we grow some other vegetables or something? Any advice?

The rest of the week went by quickly. I read all night Monday, trying to finish two books in two days because the library wanted them back (for some reason). Wayne had class and I had work. The usual, you know.