and i'm done

looking forward to a weekend of camping, just with lux. and that tells ya something, i hate camping. but h is on fire these days and i'm beat up, tired and done.

first week of summah holidays

and lux has passed the coveted "swim" test that took her ALL summer last year to pass. gawd when that child has a goal she achieves every damn time. i'm not sure where she gets her will, conviction, determination and spirit from - CERTAINLY NOT me, maybe a little of me now but not me at 6. so there you go, she passed it, two widths of a pool, easy peasy. she amazes me everyday, and at the sametime i worry some about her drive to achieve, to make us happy and proud, something we need to be mindful of.

huxley is huxley, mildly interested in the potty, mildly. he puts things together in HIS time, which isn't my time or anyone else damn time. and beneath his bravado is a little one missing his nanny corinne and her daughter, we can tell, in the midst of a regular moment he will cry when i leave the room and his constant "mom where are you" "dad where are you" is some sort of cry for certainty that we are there. he's a tender fart and a momma/dadda boy. i could forever have a 2'er in my house, he is lovely and funny and bright and certain.

his new expressions - i pood'ed, farted. but otherwise he is always talking, always connecting with us, as she was at this age, as she is now.