I had a rare hour tonight, alone with just two of the kids. Rick took Carson and Faye to the pool for a pre-bedtime swim, and Everett and Isla were a little too tired to go. (It felt like we were sort of dividing up the family based on appearances... if you look like dad, go to the pool with him. If you have some of mom's genes, stay home.)
My Everett thrives on one-on-one time. We've had super fun house guests here this week, and Everett was quite emotional/tantrumy/hard-to-deal-with while they were here. Pretty much the moment everyone left, he transformed back into sweet Everett, and after a quiet afternoon reading new books from the library together, he was on cloud nine. When I find the time to give him attention like that, he is such a different boy. I just need to do it more!
|This was this afternoon, creating a book called, "Beach."|
|Thinking about what to draw next.|
|One of Everett's summer goals is to learn to make grilled cheese by himself. He's doing great.|
And while Everett and I had our precious alone time reading and talking together, this sweet little girl crawled around and giggled every time I would pretend to poke her with a toy. My little Isla is such a happy little thing.
|Baby girl can often be found at the top of the stairs. And naked.|
|Still no teeth or much hair, but still such a sweet girl.|