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I feel like I'm playing a lot of catch up. And this heat...ugh. It is so darn hot. It makes just about everything a bit more difficult. The only two viable options in this heat are stay indoors or be in the water. Thankfully the Olympics are on so staying in our living room is full of interesting sports. And we have been going to the beach, to the pool, and eating a fair amount of ice cream treats. 

I also cannot believe that we are so deeply entrenched in August (other than the heat, of course). Oliver has his last week of camp and then the boys and I head off to the Little Cottage where I hope we will find slightly cooler temperatures, lake side swimming and playing and of course more ice cream treats. 

My boys continue to grow. Oliver's legs seem to stretch out after every night. Huck is showing us just how much food a small person can eat in one day. I think he is like Samson and keeps his strength in his hair which like Oliver's legs seems to grow every night. 

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A quick, late in the evening post before the weekend gets rolling. We have friends coming into town and I am on airport pickup duty and in what seems to be an all too much expected incident among traveling these days their flight was delayed a mere 3 hours. Whoopie. Go airline travel. But I am the night owl of this bunch so I am happy to stay up, watch some stupid telly and ramble on this little slice of the internet. 

Ok, back to the two nuggets seen above. Oliver has been at rock climbing camp this week and I do believe his cool factor has gone up exponentially. I mean really?! Just look at him. And I love how comfortable he is when I drop him off...he just walks in, gets his climbing shoes (size 1, the green ones if you please) and then off he goes! I wish I had been that confident at his age! 

And then there is Huck. Also a confident little bug but a bit more wary to jump right in. He is so thoughtful and wants to watch and then participate. He also does not seem to have his brother's attention span, seeing as I could sit for what seemed like hours and read book after book to Oliver whereas Huck will bring you a book and you get through one maybe two pages. It is fun to see what is similar and what is different as they grow older. 

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Trying hard over here not to get too behind on these weekly photos. Sometimes it feels like a pain to remember to do but I know that it is worth it in the end. I love having a visual diary of the days and moments that fill up my boys childhood. 

Speaking of childhood, is there anything more iconic than scrambling your way up to the top of a tree? Oliver was so proud of himself but a bit nervous because he thought I would be upset with him. Nope. I love climbing trees so rather than holler at him to come down I cheered him on! 

And would you get a look at that baby, Buddha belly! We have had some really hot days around here and in come evening time most of Huck's clothes just become an after thought. 

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Another week. Some days feel like they zoom by in the blink of an eye and then we have to drudgery days. The days that just won't quit. Some days I feel like I try to do too much and then everyone melts down come dinner time but then the days that I dial it back and it seems like we get so little accomplished. I suppose it's about finding that balance. Still working on that one around here. 

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This week. A study in contrasts. One, big boy who wants to lounge in jammies and leisurely eat breakfast. Then perhaps watch a show on the telly and finally get dressed and start the day. The other, small boy who wakes up too early, eats faster than he should and hits the ground running. As life and timing would have it Oliver is the one with the jam packed schedule for the summer; with climbing camp this week (jealous) and playdates and bbq's and swimming at the pool. Huck on the other hand has very few things on his docket because he is still my perpetual sidekick and we squeeze what we can in between naps.  It is a balancing act that some days I am better at keeping on my toes than others. 

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Although it is a bit unseasonably brisk this morning these past few weeks we have had a stretch of beautiful and at time hot weather. We have been keeping ourselves busy with camp and playing around town during the week but on the weekends we have been striking out to local haunts. We went to Castle Island, which is neither an island anymore nor does it have an actual castle. This can be a a bit disappointing to the 5 year old set but Oliver was excited to explore the fort and not having been to the South Boston spot since I was a kid it was a great way to spend a Sunday. 

We also finally made to the beach! Huzzah! And let me tell you if there was any concern about Huck fitting into this family, he will do just peachy because he is a beach bug! He loved dipping his toes in the cold ocean and took to playing in the sand like a natural. Hoping to make some more regular trip up to Crane Beach in the coming weeks for sure.

So with camps and more sunny, beachy explorations and dinners with friends I would say that this Summer is shaping up just wonderfully. 



impromptu date.


When you strike off into a hot, muggy evening to retrieve your kiddo from day camp only to find out that your gregarious son has decided that yes, in fact he does want to stay for "family night" even though when asked multiple times at drop off if he wanted to go he emphatically said no. 

Ok. No problem. We have no picnic. No blanket. No nothing and we have about 35 minutes until said "show" begins. Hmmm. Thankfully having driven to Lincoln, MA where Drumlin Farm is located from every which way I know that there is a traditional, quirky ice cream stand up the road that also serves food. Hustle, hustle off we go to procure our hamburgers and fries and soft serve swirls. 

Suddenly, as we are sitting at the red sticky picnic tables. 

I slow down. 

Wait. 

This is it. 

This is Summer with my boy. And I am thankful for his indecisiveness. I am thrilled to be on a impromptu date with my Oliver. 

Back to camp we go. Our bellies full of unhealthy food and capped off with a sweet treat. Oliver sings with his group. We watch the show as the sun dips further into the sky and afterwards I get my own personal tour of the farm from my bug. 

He strides off confidently to the big red barn to show my Jane, the dairy cow. He sweetly calls out to her, 

"Hi Jane, hi Janie..." 

She turns her large head and huffs. 

Oliver adds, " Oh Jane is tired, it's been a long day for her." 

Heart melted. 

We walk through the children's working garden by the goats and he gingerly points out the lettuce that he planted and the one wilting radish plant that he was oh, so proud of. As we walk back up the long, rambling path to the car I feel so proud and I wish I could freeze this moment forever. His sweaty little hand in mine as he tells me tales of ladybugs and honeybees. 

Slow down.

This is it.

Summer with my boy. 















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