Or perhaps "Summery Summary" if you delight in each and every pun, and I very much do.
I'm going to post here more because I don't want the days to slip away unnoticed. It all blurs together in my mind and here, I have a record. I want a record of this summer - days spent reading the Narnia books with my son, and a few OOP Little House books with my 13 year old (who still lets me read to her). Knitting by the poolside (man, I hate the color of that yarn. It was ordered online and I'm stuck with it so knit it I will because I stubbornly finish what I start even when I Do Not Like.)
My baby is two. I have felt every day. It has been the hardest and most joyful two years of my life. There are days, like today, I think I know nothing. I need a parenting 101 book. A checklist of things to do to prove I am a good mother because things slip through the cracks. This was the child I was going to get right. I thought I knew what I was doing. God has blessed us, and her, with a feisty disposition and a few minor physical quirks that make everything a little more intense. I think I've done the best I could on any given day, but I wish, as always, I'd looked down the road a little bit more. Enough people warned me but I've been so darn tired. And always, so grateful. We celebrated her birthday by going to Mass because it was the only thing that made sense. She is a big fan of Little Bear, the books and show both, so I had the idea to make her birthday soup. She is 2 so she wouldn't eat it. She wouldn't even eat her birthday cake. But still, for the rest of her life I will want to go to Mass and eat soup on her birthday.
This morning, she woke up and stumbled outside with me, as she does every morning. She visited the little kitchen garden and picked ripe blackberries and green tomatoes and chattered about "beautiful soup". I love to hear her thoughts. My son smacked a beach ball around with a bat and my eldest played Pachelbel on the piano. My three babies.