First off, though, we had our first official service as Anthem Church! We've been having house church services each week, but 'church in the park' was our first official public service. It was so fun! It was also outrageously hot. Holy cow. Next time we plant a church in Missouri in July in the middle of a heat wave, I need to make a mental note to bring handheld fans and also human-sized tubs of ice. Dang.
(Can you feel the heat just rippling off that photo above? I'm pretty sure Todd's phone melted while taking this picture.)
Rocco sat at the table to eat with us for the first time this week. He's had little bites of food here and there, but this was the first time sitting with us at mealtime. He had a few little bits of hamburger on his tray, and a few more bits in his little whatever-that-chewy-thing-is. Even with a stretch of the imagination, he was only moderately impressed. He seriously could not care less about food at this point.
On Monday, the kids started swimming lessons, which has taken most of our week. The big two are old pro's at this, but it is Finneas' first year doing lessons, and he took some convincing. He spent a lot of time crying and asking to get out of the pool. Then, all of a sudden, at the end of Tuesday's lesson, he got out, screaming, "I LOVE THE WATER! SWIMMING LESSONS ARE SO FUN!" I have no idea what changed his mind, but I have a feeling it has something to do with the crazy goggles the teacher lent him.
The little kids had a decent time sitting and watching.
And Finneas made fast friends with a kid in his class (once he realized the kid in his class had permission to play games on his mom's iPhone).
Laurelai has also started developing an interest in swimming, so yesterday we went a half an hour early so we could play in the baby pool for a bit before lessons started. She had a blast! I don't have pictures yet, but I'll get some next week. She is adorable splashing around in the water.
That has been the story of the week: we head out after breakfast for lessons, and get home shortly before lunch. And then there was yesterday.
We got home about 12:30. I nursed Rocco and laid him down for nap, and about 10 minutes later, there was a knock on my door. A young college girl was going door-to-door, doing Kirby vacuum demonstrations, and told me she had to do three in a day before she could call it quits for the afternoon. She asked if she could do a quick demo by cleaning one item in my house, so to be nice, I told her she could clean the couch. (Twist my arm.) At which point, she called the rest of her team to 'come help.' Which meant two guys drove up in a Suburban, one of the guys got out and stayed, and the girl got in and left. So then this college guy stayed for FOUR HOURS cleaning my house.
My kids didn't get lunch (I couldn't leave the room to make it for them) or take naps (I couldn't leave the room to lay them down). He started his 'demonstration' by covering my couch in foam soap to 'pretreat,' then he proceeded to clean basically everything I own: floors, carpet, rugs, chairs, throw pillows, drapes, even the inside of my piano. I felt bad asking him to leave (I know, I know, I know. I hear your exasperated comments through the screen right now, Mom); plus, my couch was covered in foam that only he was equipped to remove. The whole scenario was dumb and stressful and exhausting. Lesson learned: DON'T BE AN IDIOT, PAIGE VAN VOORST. Also, lesson learned by the Kirby Vacuum Salesmen: Don't try to manipulate Todd Van Voorst's wife into buying something out of pure exhaustion unless you want an all-out reaming from Todd Van Voorst. I don't think those guys will ever be the same. I love Todd for myriad reasons, but not low on the list is his ability to finally get those people out of my house.
However, the Kirby did do its job. Annnnd that is a disgusting amount of dirt.
And that was my week. Please be praying for me, as I'm clearly a moron and I need the prayers.