The girls are taking swimming lessons for the first time--Goldfish class, hurrah! They have been practicing their kicks, and also practicing not getting out of the pool when the class ends. Why let a good thing come to an end? This is the philosophy I'm trying to beat. Good luck, me.
Beverly Cleary grew up in Portland and there is a park which has some groovy bronze sculptures in her honor. Here is Linden riding on Ribsy, something I'm sure we all wanted to do at some point in our literary lives!