7.22.2015

Happenings...

Paisley bummed a ride with Kara from the family reunion to Eastern Idaho to join the cousins at Swim Camp. Swim Camp is just what it sounds like...

You swim...

And you camp...

She was there for a week (my house was eerily quiet without her) and she grew up a bit from hanging out with all the older kids. She came back not able to handle the shenanigans of her younger siblings and can often be overheard saying, "Shhhessshhh guys!" She is currently reading Harry Potter, begging to help me cook, holding Luna every chance she can, and counting down the days to swim lessons (5) so she can show off her new skills.

Cosette is trying her hardest to hold it together this summer. The unstructured of it all is not super easy for her. I had a brain child at the beginning of summer when after two days she launched into one of her colossal fits and we made a chart for her - if she could go 30 days without a fit she could pick out a super special prize. It was so nice that when she was about to lose it that all I had to say was "Chart!" and she could pull it back together. She picked out a popstar outfit for her Our Generation doll. With parenting you need to find what works for each child, sticker charts definitely work for Cosie.

Fielding was born for summer. The water, the dirt, the bugs... he needs nothing more to keep him happy - well maybe a whole lot of food. (Feeding all these kids this summer is a full-time job - now I know why my mom used to "close" the kitchen.) Blake and I wish we could take him camping every weekend. It is his favorite thing ever and it wouldn't surprise me in the least if he grew up to be the editor-in-chief of Outdoor magazine. He also spends his day coloring, Lego building, and asking for friends (which is kind of funny because he ignores them once they come unless they are older than him).

Perry, Perry, Perry... Perry is two. Like so two. He has to be under constant supervision unless sleeping or Dora'd out for a brief moment. He is loud and messy and prone to tantrums. I have told Blake, "It's weird that people bring you dinner after having a baby. People should bring dinner just because you have a two-year-old." Lucky for him, he is also ridiculously cute... he counts and sings and parrots every word we throw at him.  He is also scarily obsessed with Luna.

Luna is sweet and smiley and lots of other ooey-gooey adjectives. I love how simple she is to please - nurse me, change me, hold me... all it takes is one of these things to get her back to all smiles.

Summer carries on and so do we - one superhero filled moment to the next.

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