Charlotte had a poor race in the morning, swimming 100 Fly in the same time as last summer in Chicago. She was not in a good mood afterwards. To compound her frustration, her best race, the 100 Breast, which was cancelled last night due to weather, was now being moved to Monday evening -- instead of being swum today. We are taking everyone to the beach a couple hours south of Rome for Monday and Tuesday, and so she will not be in town Monday to compete. What a crazy idea to take two events and instead of fitting them into the line-up on Sunday, require everyone from all over the region, to drive back to Rome to contest these two events on a Monday. Charlotte was upset.
We all came home for lunch; I put together a platter of sandwiches and leftovers. It was a very hot day outside. Everyone scattered to nap or watch TV after lunch. For me, it felt like a more productive day since we managed to get some things into suitcases.
We returned to the pool for the afternoon session where Charlotte swam the 200 IM. Finally, her first PB (personal best) of the meet; and, she won her heat and came in 7th overall. This made it doubly sad that she would be unable to compete in the breaststroke race tomorrow.
We left the pool without Charlotte, and came home to prepare for our guests. We had invited the Hood's for dinner. Both of their boys go to RIS (Peter was in Olivia's class) and Gretchen has been so helpful to me throughout the year. Thankfully, it turned into a nice evening -- I was worried that another round of thunderstorms would roll in. Olivia played with Peter. Charlotte and Blair sat with the adults for part of the evening. And, Avery was absent because he was napping -- for five hours!
We started with zucchini flowers, followed by a pasta course, then pork cutlets and green beens. After the main course, Olivia announced she'd lost her tooth! I had baked a cake (two layers, can you imagine that?!?), and we sang happy birthday to Olivia and Peter (whose birthday had been yesterday) and to his Dad who celebrated another year last week. The cake was rich chocolate, with a layer of berry jam in the middle, and coconut and powdered sugar on top. I have to say it was a hit. We served it with an assortment of gelato.
Around 10pm, we heard something upstairs. It was Avery. He was up and he was hungry. Morris put together a plate for him and he sat on my lap and ate. I was glad he was up. He would have been so disappointed if he'd missed the entire dinner party -- he really likes Peter.
I think everyone enjoyed themselves.
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