Mother’s Day / Dance Recital
Today was Mother’s Day, and the day of Molly’s long-awaited dance recital. Kit’s Uncle Bob and my parents came to visit for the recital (and Mother’s Day).
We all went to Mozart’s on Sunday morning to celebrate Mother’s Day. It was perfect weather, and everyone was put into a good mood. Claire, who had been a little grumpy, even noted that it made her feel better to get out to good ol’ Mozart’s.
Molly’s dance recital was crazy. We didn’t know what we were getting into when we signed her up. The theme was “Broadway Lullabies”, which was 90 minutes of inspired dance routines, featuring troupes of kids ages 3 (ie, Molly) to maybe 13, all dressed in pretty fancy dance outfits. This was Molly’s first dance recital. She did her pliés and twirls admirably, always watching to the side of the stage where her instructor was doing the routine. Sorry, photography and video shooting was “strictly prohibited” in the performance. You can buy a DVD if you want to.
Hot tub!
We went to a friend’s house to let Claire and Molly play with their own kids, a little younger than Claire and Molly, respectively. After a rowdy lunch, including multiple spilled drinks, screaming, and food on the floor, we all decided to give their pool a try. The pool water turned out to be too cold, of all things, so we put everyone in the hot tub.
I did not think the girls would go for the hot tub. After all, Molly cries and screams at a bath that is even slightly warmer than room temperature. And Claire doesn’t like her baths much warmer than that. This would be their first time in a hot tub. But it turned out to be no problem! In fact, they loved it. Molly swam around in the tub, and Claire put on some floaties and put down some apple juice. Ah, the life!

My vagina!
Throw Away Bottle
Molly Reads a Word
While driving Molly and Claire home from school this afternoon, Molly was looking at a picture book, as she often likes to do. She tends to sort of babble about the pictures while she reads, and we don’t always listen very carefully to her. About five minutes into examining the book today, though, Molly said, “That word is ‘Luke'”. At a stop light, I asked her to show me the word, and sure enough, she pointed right at the word “Luke” in the story.
So that is officially the first word that Molly has read (that I know of) besides her own name. Molly must have recognized the word from a friend’s name, but still… preschool literacy is working for Molly!
Molly eats like she’s in prison
Scotch Tape
Getting Down at the Neighborhood Picnic
At the annual neighborhood picnic, Molly was inspired by the music. She started to really boogie. Some of her moves are reminiscent of Sally O’Malley from Saturday Night Live.








