More Water Fun

The kids and I went with friends to Stone Mountain State Park this afternoon. I had intended to get some work done on my flower bed, but it was so warm that it seemed like a good day to go splash around in icy cold water. These friends are outdoorsy people who know all the good trails and streams, and today they took us to what I think will be our favorite summer hang-out. It is only about twenty minutes from our house, and we were able to park right next to the stream, so even Ed could walk the short distance to the swimming area (and there is even a picnic table!). The only other people we saw were some fellows who stopped to ask if we knew where the trout were biting. The kids had a great time sliding down the big rock, and the water was shallow enough so that even K. could stand in it. I didn't have to jump in and rescue anyone, which was a very good thing since the water was really cold (the kids didn't seem to notice). It was a great afternoon.

K.'s dance studio is having photography people in tomorrow night to take recital pictures of the kids (the recital isn't 'til the end of April). Ed told me last Thursday that I needed to ask one of the other dance moms about the hair pieces that they decided at the last minute to add to the costumes, so, over the weekend, I did. On learning that the (optional) hair pieces are twenty-four dollars, I quickly decided that we would skip that part of the costume (K. hates stuff in her hair), but my informant, our neighbor's daughter-in-law, then went on to explain to me that the photography studio wanted the little girls to be wearing foundation, powder, blush, eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. I know that my jaw dropped, and that something along the lines of "No Way!" passed my lips. I was kind of stunned, since these are four and five year old girls we are talking about, and I am hoping that I was not too open about my outrage, since, as it turned out, my acquaintance saw nothing at all wrong with painting our daughters up like strumpets (oops, did I just say strumpets?). Anyway, my little K. may look a bit washed out next to her more highly colored fellows, but at least I will recognize my baby.