Fridays are usually a past photo, but I’ll have to break my usual pattern to get caught up a bit.
When we first moved here, the neighbors pointed to certain houses and said “Oh, they’re really nice, but you won’t see much of them. They’re indoor people.” But this summer, we’ve all been indoor people. 98, 99, 100… heat index of 106… the boys who used to do bike tricks in the culvert seem to have retreated into their houses to play video games.
The mosquitoes have been downright mean this year. They target Maggie. After five minutes outside, she’s covered with bites. I put medicine on them and protect them with band-aids so she won’t scratch them to pieces. She has also been carrying her play kitchen knife around the house, pretending to “cook bananas.” Between the knife and the band-aids, she looks pretty scrappy.
Sam has started writing. I don’t even know how it happened. One day he was drawing lopsided circles, and the next he was writing his name, Maggie’s name, and asking me how to spell rabbit. He’s been entertaining us with his four-year-old sense of humor, which currently means replacing key words in a song with the word “eyeball,” followed by hysterical laughter.
Ben is climbing. I’ve rearranged the living room to minimize the impact in case he falls, but stopping him is impossible. Mostly, he just wants to look out the window and laugh at birds, then turn around and laugh at the nervous look on mommy’s face.
