Summer has been creeping by. Not necessarily slowly by any stretch, not not quickly either.
I feel the eternal stretch of each week, when I wake on Monday morning, but find myself startled each afternoon as four rolls into five into dinner/bath/bed time.
My girl starts first grade in a few weeks - she's grown this summer - even more willowy and elegant than she was before. There's almost none of her baby softness left. She's slender arms, and gangly legs, collarbones peeping out at her shoulders. It's hard to find shorts that fit both her waist and her legs.
My boy is growing too - although he's almost 4 and still has that round-cheeked, soft-bellied look to him. He starts PreKindergarten this fall. I'm less overwhelmed by that for some reason.
They play together now, for hours. Long complicated games of imagination. Today they have been (in turns) zookeepers, camping, baby school. We took a pause and made cookies, and ate them warm, with glasses of cold milk. We walked to and from camp in the rain.
Dave is away this week - traveling for work, as he will have to do for a while, but we're finding our own patterns without him. When he's gone, we snuggle differently, we keep Daddy's pictures on the dining table and schedule time for video calls in the morning.