Showing Off Her Skills

On Saturday, Phill and I hosted a party for some friends who moved out of the area. They were back in town for a few days giving us a reason to ask others to the house. It was a kid-friendly party like my parents used to have in their backyard. My girls set up the kids' table in the sunroom, complete with place cards (not kidding). Where they got that idea, I don't know. I've not ever done place cards for any of our dinner parties. Maybe it is innate?

As the food disappeared, the kids did more and more outside activities. The weather could not have been better. The sun filtered through cotton ball-shaped clouds. A slight breezed cooled the air. Even the mosquitoes left us alone.

Inwe decided to display her newly acquired tennis skills. On Friday, she garnered individual attention from one of the three coaches as her hitting was spotty and tentative. The coach, whose name Inwe can't remember, had her begin in a backhand position turning while the ball traveled towards her. That little bit of instruction allowed her enough movement that she no longer wasted time bringing the racket back for a forward swing. As you can see from the picture above, she is now forceful with her swing. One of our party guests was the one bouncing the ball for her.
Idril and Finwe played the part of spectators, using the garage door as a back rest. Why is Finwe running around in only a diaper? His hands, face, legs, and clothes were covered in melted chocolate and ice cream from a chocolate coated ice cream bar. Once I removed the disgusting clothes and dipped him in the pool for cleaning, getting a diaper on him was all I could manage. He really didn't want any other clothing. At least I put on a diaper. That wasn't an easy task.