Action

There's a lot of it going on around here.

Some end-of-season action:

The second day of the League meet was Saturday.  It was cold again.  Lex performed well, however did not achieve state-qualifying distances/times (should we be sad about that?).  Her 4x100 relay team DID set a new PR.  Nice job, girls.

Later that same day, Shi had some near-end-of-season action at the pool.

She took 5 seconds off of her 200 Back, and shaved nano-seconds off her 100 Free.  She will be quitting her Aces team for the summer so she can swim with the neighborhood team.  Only one more intensely competitive meet before the "fun" meets begin (which, since her expectations of herself are higher, may be more competitive than not.  She has several girls that are aiming to beat her on the Crocs this year -- so no taking it easy).

I, of course, had some Singing Time action.  Let's just say, I have some things to learn.  

Jr. Primary was not-so-successful.  

(First Week Disclaimer:  Teaching Praise to the Man to 3-7 year olds is challenging.  Trying to explain all those "Big Words," even more challenging.  I've decided that, perhaps, they don't need the full explanation, just some good ol' repetition might be the trick.  But the wiggle songs were a hit.
Having readers in the Sr. Primary was a life-saver.  Throw in a game of some sort -- even a somewhat lame game, courtesy of MIA creativity -- and choral success can be achieved.)
NOTE:  MIA would mean "Missing In Action,"  not "Mutual Improvement Association."  Just to clear up any confusion. 

I hope it gets easier.

We had some Britta action for a few days,

which led to oral-surgeon-consulting action, 

shopping action, 

family night game-playing action, 

and some hair-cutting/coloring action.  

Also included was some hug action,

 (Lex CAN hug with her arms.  I'm more accustomed to the armless head-lean.  Nice to know her arms work.  Wink, wink.)

and, of course, some Red Robin action.

Britt had a little late-night-with-old-friends action,

and I squeezed in some locker-tag action.

Lucky for me, only one girl from the Titans Track & Field team made it to State.  Making ONE locker tag is much quicker and more enjoyable than making 75.  (It's hanging on my fridge only to test it's magnetic strength... and possibly to be admired and complimented, however briefly.) Thank heavens that I'm D.O.N.E.  I will think more than twice about even the slightest suggestion that I might be willing to help with such things next year.

But the biggest action around here is going on at this very moment.  Hammering.  Nailing.  Loud something playing (not really music... it kind of sounds like TV?  A stand-up comedy act?  I haven't ventured down to check yet.  I'm just hoping I don't have to reprimand anyone should I hear something obscene or distasteful).

Yesterday, after much physical exertion and labor, our basement looked like this:

EMPTY.

Where did it all go, you ask?

The garage...

Taylor's room...

(I have been wondering lately WHO ON EARTH NEEDS THIS MANY FILES???  It's not like we're a business or anything, for goodness sake.  Consolidation is my next project.)

...and the crawl space (which I will have to post a picture of another day, since I do not feel inclined to join the raucous gang in the basement at the moment, with camera in hand).

I just have to say... 

Someone just came up and used the bathroom.

I heard the seat go up (thank heavens), 

BUT I did NOT hear

a flush,

or a hand-washing.

YUCK.

How long will this take?