Mid-week I came home after the swirl of morning activities to find just what I'd expected to find. Syrup puddles left on breakfast plates, half-finished glasses of milk, scriptures still flopped open, a table frozen in time as proof of our hurried morning. And so here we are at the end of the week, stopping for a moment to document some of our regular and out of the ordinary adventures. Those we'd surely forget if we didn't sneeze them to paper. Achoo!
We'd dashed out this morning to make it to the preschool field trip in time. Columbine and Wooly took a tour of the Bus Transit Center, including--you guessed it--a ride on The City Bus. A few weeks ago, I found Wooly's baseball backpack at a thrift store. The only time it's not worn, is when he's in bed. In that case, it's placed next to his pillow so that he'll know just where to find it when his wakes in the morning.
The contents he tucks into the backpack are just as predictable: one silky, one stuffed puppy in outside pocket, every miniature Toy Story figure that he got for Christmas. Where Wooly goes, the backpack goes too.
This week, like many others during the wet rainy months, we cursed all and killed a few, mosquitoes. Nothing like a shmear of mosquito blood on your palm to remind you that you're alive (and that insects, both big and small, consider you quite tasty). As I write this very moment, Wooly is scratching at the 15 bites (one on his eyelid--ouch!) that he just received after hiking down the backyard hill to the papaya trees. Mr. Forget-me-not fancies himself Papaya Tree Farmer. Unfortunately, the best planting location is also a mosquitoes habitat.
Other backyard moments include a monarch butterfly release. I love the look on Hibiscuses face.
Another backyard moment worth remembering: Sunday's sunset. Exquisite.
We did some biking this week. Friday school pick up included a bike trailer, tandem bike, and 145 collective kid and bike pounds that I pumped back home. It was a regrouping math problem that Hibiscus calculated on our ride.
Inspired by my feats of strength, Hibiscus invented a wagon haul ride that miraculously resulted in only one injury. Mr. Forget-me-not reminisced over the time that he'd rigged his little brother and a skateboard to the back of a car. Let's not give them any more ideas, Dear.
A moment this week definitely worth remembering: Here is proof that for all the times I harp about kindness, my kids do actually love each other. Folded in 100 point origami fashion, Hibiscus surprised Columbine with this love note.
Nothing says love for Wooly, than a good water wrestle. Hibiscus, mostly willingly, plays along. Sunday beach walk turned Sunday swim.
Those two really do love each other.
Always on the grow,
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