This feels like our first real summer with kids.
I’m not sure exactly why, except that maybe this is the first summer after a “real” year of school, and it’s also the first summer that we’ve had two KIDS, not a kid and a baby.
And we’ve been relishing in it.
Noah’s been learning a lot. For instance, that looking cool
can lead to meeting girls.
And that pistachios make fantastic train passengers.
And all about the way our bunnies “play” with each other.
(G-Rated rabbit photo only – you’re welcome.)
And that if you develop a tic of squinting and shaking your head,
then you’ll land your much-needed haircut quicker.
And that it is super exciting to read his sister’s “die-wee-wee”.
I’ve also been learning. I now know that my “golden age” is toddlers – it’s easiest for me to love and relate to our kids when they’re between 18 months and 4 years old. So I’ve been trying to learn how to effectively reach Ali at her mature age of six.
In pondering these things, I had an epiphany: she loves to leave me notes, so I bet she’d be just as thrilled to get notes from me.
I was right.
I’ve started shoving notes under her bedroom door after bedtime about once a week or so,
and it makes for a very happy morning.
Noah has spent this summer shocking me with how focused he is. He can do the same thing for way longer than I can.
Then again, he hasn’t let Twitter ruin his brain. Yet.
I have no idea what’s going on in this picture (aside from Club Crackers), but I love it. I also love that it gives a sneak peek into how oddly cool our Alabama Spring was.
I am also loving how well my kids get along right now. I keep telling myself “It’s only a phase,” because it’s very easy to get addicted to sights like these.
But they truly seem to adore each other*.
Ali reads to Noah,
And Noah takes care of Ali’s Princesses.
We’ve been visiting an elementary school near our house. I’m not sure if we’re supposed to, but we’re doing it anyway. They have their playground in the middle of the track, so Chris (and sometimes I) can run while the kids are playing.
I hope that this will encourage me to exercise more, but it might take more of a miracle than a track around a playground.
Despite Ali’s firing from swim lessons, we’ve been spending a lot of time at the pool, where she is more than happy to wear flotation devices.
(Even in the baby pool. When her brother is not.)
(She is the definition of risk averse.)
But the wrap-up of pool time is always my favorite time to snap happy-kid pictures.
(Before they start acting like this.)
She’s probably happy because she survived another day of swimming without a dreaded water-in-her-eyes experience.
And he’s happy because…he’s snuggling with her.
So that’s a snapshot of our summer so far. And if this happened to you sometime during the middle of this post,
I understand. But sometimes, you’ve just got to have a Photo Parade.
After all, it’s summertime.
* The day after I wrote this, Ali hit her brother for the first time, and then lied about it. This is why I shouldn’t tell you good things.