P seems to be in heaven here. Our time, so far, basically consists of running around outside in the insane heat, barely dressed, or eating. Its highly reminiscent of my childhood. Out to explore bugs and dirt, a hop in the pool for endless splashing, out of the pool for food and running in the grass (barefoot, of course, all play in Kansas has to occur without shoes it seems), then back into the pool again... (The kid swims three times a day- usually getting in an extra belly flop with E after work.) And the Little Man has decided he is completely over his swimsuit with floaties (his internal tug of war with growing up is palpable these days), so he primarily plays in the buff. Which can make for a pretty pink patooshkie by the end of a raft laden afternoon....
When he isn't waterlogged, he's playing with fire. Literally. He found some matches in my mom's drawer and was instantly entranced. When we went to the store to get him some, true to midwestern sizes and the large storage expanses everyone has here, the flame starters were only available in a three pack. With three hundred matches in each box. The child was thrilled.
The child, digging a safety fire pit in the field. Little BB lays nervously to the side.
We settled on a terra-cotta pot to contain the flames...
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Carrying on the fire tradition! He'll make his uncles so proud - With Seth's story of burning down the garage... and I remember when all Jace wanted to do was show off the different ways he had to make fire!!
PS: I'm so jealous of swimming! I wanna go!
And we seriously wish you were here!
xoxo
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