These August days are flying by. We can kill hours shooting the breeze on the front porch: watering things, picking things, pointing out bright birds, planting seeds. We are barefoot, we are constantly grubby, we are all sleeping great.
Last weekend our family took a deep breath and had a big old blind date with another family, known to us only in the weird internetty way of things.
These three rolled right over from the easterly part of this fine state, and jeezopete did we have fun. There was dancing and jumping in traded boots and a campfire and river swimming and cape wearing and tunes on the porch and some birthday cake and a whole lot of laughing and some really fine talks about all manner of things. I think Oscar will forever refer to our spare bedroom as "Leya's room" and pretty much every day he's got something to say about these three, like this from this morning:
O: Mama, remember Dustin?
M: Yes, I sure do. What do you remember about him?
O: Birfday candles. Dustin and birfday candles.
O: Mama, where's Felix?
M: Probably in Felix's house right about now.
O: Yeah. He's prolly sleeping in his house.
M: In Leya's dreams. [It was eight in the morning.]
He's also got a lot to say about that baby in Leya's belly - what a treat to see that gal just before a new one joins them. Eeeps. Anyway, we'd do it again in a hot second and in fact we plan to. Once that little bean gets settled in over there that is. Thanks for the visit, Leya, Dustin, and Felix - you warmed our new house beyond measure.