summer swing

It's nearly July and we are officially in the swing of summer things.  It takes a while.  We read and cook and watch and swim and play and create and ride and eat.  Then we all fall into bed tired, sleep until morning, and do it all over again.  Adam has found a looked-over string of lights and determinedly decorates a new space each day.  I did overhear some talk about taking the lights for a spin as a jump rope, soooooo...they might not make it to Christmas.  We dusted off the ice cream machine last week.  That stuff is crazy good and now we're all glad that I completely misjudged ingredient amounts and bought enough heavy whipping cream to make four batches rather than one.  Oops.  At least it will keep!

Seth and I made a peach pie and Paige cried when it was gone.  Burst into tears.  So Adam and I made another one a few days ago and she cried again tonight when she found out Dustin had finished it off.  Morning, noon, and night - this girl would eat pie all the time if allowed.

sweet six

Paige had her birthday last week and we had a fantastic day celebrating.  Several years ago when she first started sleeping in a big bed, we would lay with her for a few minutes.  If you know Paige, you know she likes to go, go, go.  But if you laid next to her - and got her forehead to touch yours - she would fall asleep before we could count to 50.  It was fantastic.  Whatever works, right?

She has struggled a bit with tiredness since last fall when she was in the hospital, a condition super easy to recognize with her tired eyes.  Since "summer" has begun, we've been swimming and bike riding and hiking and all manner of adventures.  And thankfully, she's sleeping more and more.  Today after we read The Berenstain Bears and the Sitter (my turn to choose), we closed our eyes.  Within a minute she wriggled over to my side, rested her forehead against mine, and was asleep by 32.  She is vibrant, thoughtful, funny, and shy.  I wouldn't want her any other way.