Cookie dough and scary bugs

Taking our household cookie dough obsession up a notch for sure.

This is the LAST! WEEK! That Coop has dive every afternoon on campus. Our days of struggling with Minnie in and out of her stroller and into adult spaces and keeping her happy for a loooong practice are coming to an end. And my our days, I mean MY days. Really, though, I am going to miss it.

Dorothy will have dance team tryouts through the end of August, but that’s a low commitment on our part and really good for her in terms of seeing friends a and dancing the wiggles out, so this is NBD. Ben has stepped up to take her to a required hip hop convention in August (yay!), and she is too young to have to attend her studio’s 2-day jazz intensive, so even 12 hours a week at the studio seems easy easy. Swim team wraps next week. Coop is down to just one baseball team, and they are taking a break until mid-August when practice resumes and they get ready for a few fall tournaments. Dive club takes an August vacay as their coach works with his D1 college team, and our schedule looks SO CLEAR. Pretty excited about it— not going to lie.

… Just in time to get ready to go back to school (not until September, but I need to prep).

Ben has been taking money out of Harry and Jack’s paychecks and holding it back to give them after winter break since both of them ran out of cash before the end of the school year— this mandatory savings is so good, and we need someone to do it for us. BUT IT IS A THING THAT ADULTS SHOULD BE DOING FOR THEMSELVES.

Apropos of nothing, here is Minnie telling us about a harrowing moment she had in the backyard with Coop

This is what happens when your 11-year old brother watches you, I guess.

Minnie, BTW, is scared of insects. ALLOF THEM, but especially flies. The other day a fly came in the car window, and she was TERRIFIED. Like petrified SHRIEKS in her car seat. Coop had to climb into the back and wave it away (BECAUSE IT WAS A FLY and not hard to save her from). A mosquito was in her room at bedtime, and she SCREAMED at the top of her lungs “DAD I NEED YOUR HELP IN MY CRIB.” It’s kind of funny but also kind of sad because she is legit terrified. I told her that a butterfly is an insect and she said “NO IT NOT. IT A BUTTERFLY.” And she said butterfly very slowly and carefully because I am so stupid.