O then began the tempest to my soul!

We forgot to mention last Saturday that, in reporting to Lia about her creative movement class, Julia emphasized that while walking back to the car after the session she “was TOTALLY TIRED” because she “had been dancing so much.” She’s a really cute kid.

Lia and the girls went to the ward playgroup, which consisted in going down to Milford for some sort of Ben & Jerry’s event, the upshot of which was an effusion of corporate generosity in which all comers were given free ice cream. Lia, ever the embracer of even undesirable gratuities, ordered three capacious servings instead of one. Unsurprisingly, Julia and Eli made lusty but limited efforts at their own ice creams, leaving Lia to polish off these as well as consuming her own. She spent much of the rest of the day regretting her original order.

We went to the home of Dwight Durrant, our local Institute director and brother (he claims mentor) of BYU basketball legend Devin Durrant, and his family for an end-of-the-year Institute barbeque. Dwight and his wife, Marci, are just wonderful, and their home is haven of sweetness and light, warmth and welcome. The girls had fun romping around and their parents had fun leaving the girls to the adoring oversight of girls from the singles ward, whom Julia wooed shamelessly. Justin ate more hot dogs than he should have. All came home happy, though Eli threw a tempestuous tantrum at bedtime until at last her weary parents relented and retrieved her jam-, peanut butter-, cottage cheese-, yogurt-, pineapple-, chocolate-, and
Apollo-knows-what-else-stained Cinerella nightgown from the bottomless depths of the laundry bin, to which Justin had hurled it, with hideous ruin and combustion down, hoping to get it washed before Eli noticed its absence. She sleeps now, clutching the filthy garment like some sacred relic. Cinderella delenda est.