We have entered the book making stagecomplete with picturessometimes put together with yarn and tape staples Sometimes there are only pictures
 Other times he adds details.
 They are evolving all the time

with Henry imitating He read this story to me- it was about the ocean- I should have guessed with all those “o’s.”

They went on a huntand gathered a bucket full of shells
in all shapes
and sizes
on a windy morning.
At home we washed, dried, and then sorted.I listened to them guess at the creatures that lived inside, smell, and touch the ocean treasures.
Olivine is always drawn to “babies” even at the table full of shells. She loves to say “tiny.”

Thank you, Pacific Ocean.

We had a follow up appointment. We are taking preventive measures at this point using an inhaler for the next few weeks. As Olivine recovers we are on watch to look for signs that will help determine if she is an “asthmatic.” While we were at the pharmacy,we picked up a round of antibiotics for the ear infection on both sides. (Serious??)

There are promises of recovery around the corner from the pediatrician. Meanwhile someone has been incredibly patient with all these breathing treatments, but slightly annoyed about having to wear a mask until she realized she could still suck her thumb.

I am telling you that daily this girl is learning new tricks.

A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Just a blanket and some grass is all we need.We stopped by Whole Foods and grabbed sandwiches, pizza slices, and fruitloaded up the bikes

and dashed outside to enjoy the last moments of sunshine and our weekend. The time slips by so fast, all we can do is run to keep up. As we catch our breath we are grateful for the time to mix play into our meal.

An event at Paul’s school that I towed a recovering baby to on Friday. Happily she still fits in and can sleep in the Ergo. At 25 pounds I am not good at carrying her for long periods without the support. She slept well.

Oh I am going to miss these baby wearing days. The soft breathing from lips gently parted. The warmth and peace of a sleeping baby.I am completely biased to my son’s class and the shirts I made plus my friend Susan making awesome headbands. But really- his class was awesome looking. Go Japan!
I will even say this was the best looking kid in the pack:
They had a variety of activities: obstacle courses, basketball toss,hula hoops, a relay maneuvering wheelchairs (without a context this picture could be misleading)and of course the jogging (which was Paul’s favorite part).
A fun event that I happened to witness.

One of my least favorite places in the world. It’s never fun. Even when I have the fore thought to bring a stack of books.

I took our youngest baby to the E.R. twice this past Thursday. Our first visit was at 9 am and our second visit near midnight. She is better now and thankful always for medicine and experts in medicine. Our weekend will be catching up on rest and taking it real easy.

A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

They splashed in the waterchased each other along the shore
threw sandfound mysterious containers for building in the sand
and sat aroundrelaxing in the 80 degree sunshine.

We went exactly one year ago (https://familynotebook.org/2013/03/17/goat-hill-junction/)This time Olivine could ride the train.We got there early enough, that we rode it twice.