After a rough night with Phoebe, we spent the morning helping to clean the church building. I had been curious about whether the windows might open and, as I suspected, they do not. I don't know when we decided that schools and churches and things should not have windows that open. From my memory, all of my schools and church buildings had windows that opened...until I moved to the States. But I could be wrong about that.
To be fair, a lot of the buildings I frequented growing up in Canada legitimately did not have air conditioner systems (only furnaces), so the only way to cool off in the summer months was to strategically let the cool early morning and evening breezes inside. We'd have windows open and fans on in June when things started getting warm at school. And I know for sure that we could open the windows at church (not that we would ever climb through them).
But our church building here either has windows that doesn't have the option to open or has windows that had the option to open at one time (but has since been screwed shut).
The state of emergency has ended, and I understand that and actually back that decision. We're not flying by the seat of our pants anymore. We need to move forward. But, in my opinion, moving forward involves opening windows, bettering our air filtration, or making any sort of mitigation effort whatsoever. The CDC strongly recommends that ventilation should be a top priority. Just throwing that out there.
Anyway, Phoebe was ready for a nap by the time we came home, so she and I had a lovely nap together while Andrew took Alexander grocery shopping. And then everyone played a lot of Zelda. "Tears of the Kingdom" came out yesterday so there has been a lot of Zelda play the past couple of days.
And then it was time to get ready to go to Miriam and Zoë's piano recital! Here's Zoë sitting pretty beforehand:
She did not want me to do her hair. That's one area she's been exerting her independence lately. And by "exerting her independence" I mean "not letting anyone help her with it but also not taking care of it herself." Usually I let it slide because, well, we're homeschoolers. But also because she says she loves the feeling of it flying wildly behind her while she runs, and if that brings her joy, then who am I to tame it in a braid or ponytail?
But on recital day??
On recital day I made her bring me her hairbrush. She hid and cried for a while, but then I put it into a lovely braid/bun and she loved feeling fancy. So perhaps she'll let me do her hair again some day. You never know.
I had such luck with Zoë that I told Miriam to bring me supplies and I'd do her hair, too! But she said she'd just put it up in a bun herself. Evidently that's one area where Miriam has been exerting her independence lately as well.
In fact, I hardly ever do anyone's hair anymore. Phoebe's curls typically require a daily wetting-down and brushing-out. But that's it. You should see her when I try anything like a barrette or headband.