Luke: My baby. I really can't call you than anymore. You are almost two, and you are talking like a big boy. Today you asked me "Where honey dog?" when you wanted to pet Jacobear. It blows my mind that you are making your own sentences.
Jacobear: Stop sleeping on my bed when we leave. I see your hair, you are really aren't that sneaky. Ya doofus.
Jack: You are such a great encourager. I don't know if that is a normal quality in a three (almost four) year old, but really, you are. You tell me quite often that I am a great sweeper, or a great worker, or a great cook...etc. It's just so dear. Your words are precious to me, kiddo.
|With cousins Emerson and Gemma on vacation.|
|Wearing some really rad helmets in Canaan Valley.|
All in all, this summer has been equal parts wonderful and hard, but it's been good. We have learned a lot about what our little family needs to thrive, and how to pick up where we may fail and try again tomorrow.