Breakfast with Barbie.
Grace “made” breakfast this morning all by herself. Two waffles toasted (twice) and drenched in syrup. She did leave the cutting up to me.
Whit was shockingly good-natured when she and I woke him up. He rolled over and threw his arm dramatically across his eyes. I was prepared for whining but instead he said, with a sigh, “Good morning, Gracie.”
Both children dressed themselves. Whit in a Wood tee shirt special and his most favorite exercise pants with red (girls) Old Navy flip flops. Grace in another Wood tee shirt (size 2T) and shorts with her turquoise sequined Old Navy flip flops (both purchased on the pouring rain day that I took them to see Up!).
It was a standard morning around here:
Breakfast
Starbucks
One camp
Two camp
Red fish
Blue fish
After lunch, I took Whit to swimming. He is having one-on-one lessons with his marvelous teacher from earlier this summer. I think this incredibly nice young man, R, is the first real non-family male role model that Whit has connected with. Whit clearly admires him and the way he is physically affectionate with him reminds me of puppies rolling over each other. He hangs around R’s neck, climbs onto his shoulders, takes risks because he knows his trusted teacher is there.
For example. Literally, hurling himself into the pool.
In other news, the hydrangeas are turning towards their end-of-summer muted shades. As much as I love the deep blue, I also like this subtle mix of colors. Though I don’t like the harbinger of summer’s end.