Summer was sweet.

by Leslie

Jack and the blue popsicle.

Grimmershot kids.

Absolute adorableness.

Total cuteness.

The girls.

Pink!

Pink!

Purple!

Purple!

Pink and purple!

Pink and purple!

Blue!

Just the ends.

What? Wait. No. Julia’s hair is just too dark. We gave her a few streaks, but the blue was nearly imperceptible to the naked eye and couldn’t not be caught on camera at all. So instead, we lightened her tips and colored it salmon.

Colored tips!

We’ll give the blue another try later.

Humans

by Leslie

There is something about the word HUMANS that seems to carry more weight than any of its synonyms. The word PEOPLE, for example, seems a bit gentler. HUMANS? It is sharp and clinical. Most of the time when I hear someone use it, they’ve chosen it to emphasize what the word is NOT. For example, if you say “a human child,” it is sort of natural to think about the distinction the word human is implying. A human is not an alien, an amphibian, or a potato. And if the word is being used to qualify that characteristic, there is usually a reason. For example, there may have been doubt that the child being discussed was actually human.

Bee on the big rock

Phoebe uses the word HUMAN a lot. I know exactly when I noticed it.

“You are the worst human EVER!”

She’d told me this. It seemed so severe – much worse than being the worst mother, the worst person, or even a simple and open-ended “the worst.” I was the worst HUMAN. Ever.

I took it less personally when I began to realize this was simply her term for folks.

“There are a lot of humans at this playground, Mom.”

“I like all the humans in my dance class!”

“Is this for humans?”

Ironically, the more she uses the term HUMAN, the less she appears to be so. She’s like a little Spock or Starman commenting on how us humans do life. And I enjoy it greatly.

We’ve started a family gratitude journal that we all scribble in after dinner. And day after day, the names that accompany these faces…

Our crew

…are written, over and again.

There are twelve weeks of summer vacation. Display that on a giant calendar beside a list of all the stuff you want to cram on it and it doesn’t seem like a very long time. Week one is already gone! We spent it making cookies, planting flowers, building tents, and playing in the yard at home, at ball fields, playgrounds, and Tuscora Park with our best friends. Also, there were fireworks.

Teeter Totter

Slide

Riding the rides at Tuscora Park

Kelsey and Jack

All of us on the train

Jack makes a friend

Fireworks

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