We couldn’t resist the chance to be silly
and put her in a basket
with all those plastic eggs
and snap a few photos of our munchkin
and then played with the eggs in the bath.
A place to record our life as a family in photographs and words.
So I am endlessly thrilled to see Paul writing and spelling and reading.
Last night I saw the first signs of a little boy maximizing his freedom of speech in writing. He was a little tired without a nap and when asked to come to the dinner table he brought this note:Translation: I don’t like you. With a sad face drawn at the end because he didn’t like what was being asked of him. More than being hurtful (it did sting), I am fascinated with his boldness and ability to see himself as having power with words. My reaction is mixed, but Joe and I agree we will take these notes over a tantrum any day.
One of Olivine’s best qualities these days.
After a messy breakfast of oatmeal she has no complaints about a quick dip in the sink.
Under an open window, the steam combined with her goose bumps had me thinking it was the perfect baby jacuzzi.
After a long morning nap, she sat by my side while the boys played in the sand and I chatted with friends.
It is a carefree stage at this age before she can walk or talk.
A life changing experience as a freshman in San Francisco. I met some life long friends in those hallways, two of whom are living in Los Angeles and came by for an afternoon visit today.
There is always lots to catch up on and we have stayed in touch with different folks. It is amazing how we look the same and I could seriously pick these ladies from a crowd, even after fifteen years.
There were ring tosses and bean bag games.
and explore up close.
A “tangled’ contest with crepe paper
racing to get wrapped up like a “mummy.”
A genuinely fun party to be at that felt age appropriate.
The boys loved their party gift
The perfect place to spend a Saturday afternoon.