"Hazel's waking up! Haaazeeeel!!!!! HAZEL! Hazel's my best friend."^Nobody was napping and it was laundry day. So we tore open the shutters, threw up the sash and romped on the bed.^
Geez, I've sure been enjoying my girls. Don't get me wrong, I love having my man home, but--aside from that one frustrating day--I love the confidence and closeness we found as a threesome while my man was away working for three weeks. When he's home we tend to fall along the lines of: he parents the older and I parent the younger. It's an easy routine to fall into what with a vigorously breastfeeding babe. We're aware of the divide and are trying to mix things up a bit. Tonight, Juniper accidentally bonked her head on the bed then curled up in his lap and said, "Daddy, I need to drink some of your milk," then pretended to nurse from his shirtsleeve.
Me: "Juniper, let's read Harry The Dirty Dog."
Juniper: "No. Daddy do it."
Me: "Juniper, let's get your pj's on."
Juniper: "No. Daddy do it."
You get it.
:: Due to my husband's *crazy* summer work schedule, our May fence project turned into an all-summer-and-maybe-into-fall fence project. We balance. A little work on the fence,
followed by a five minute drive and a short hike to a little nook of a beach with decent fishing.
:: Juniper will start preschool this year. Not until she turns 3 in October, but still. School. I feel like I should be mourning the loss of my toddler. And while it's true that we watch her body and her memory and her sentences lengthen and grow and we oh-so-wish we could stop the clock every so often and wallow around in RIGHT NOW, it's also true that I'm simply excited for her to start school. I think she's ready and I think she'll love it. Two short mornings a week: perfect. We went to orientation today and on the way home she said, "Mama, you'll always be my mama."
:: Lately, Hazel hasn't been napping as long as J bugs in the afternoon, so we get up and do chores together. I fold clothes, she yanks them out and holds them to her ears. She's always had this ear/head fetish and it's adorable. She thought she was being so cute, like playing peek-a-boo with her ears.
The other day, I was harvesting the bulk of our green beans when I turned around to find this:
I had three thoughts: 1) it's a good thing we garden organically, 2) it's a good thing she found a clump with no rocks to speak of, and 3) her next poo diaper is going to be gritty.
:: Ever since our visit with Grandma and her little dog Bailey, J bug has been obsessed with her "pet" dog. Every morning he gets a leash and is drug everywhere: to the hardware store, the library, grocery store, preschool screening, post office.....
And sometimes she nurses him at the breakfast table.
:: Tonight Juniper told my man, "Daddy, when you get to be a big girl, you can swing too."