The bottom two teeth have fallen out, folks. One surrendered after a determined and lengthy chew around the circumference of an apple, and the second retired after he gnawed on a plastic straw. These pics are to commemorate my 5-year-old son’s steps toward future man-sized chompers. May he keep biting into apples well into his nineties…
I discovered two grown Japanese cucumbers in our garden. They tasted so gooood and fresh, not tasteless like store-bought ones–even my son ate them with relish (and that’s a first).
My son and I hid from the world by snuggling under a heavy quilt. I felt happy to not be racing around, just be-ing quiet.
I am planning a trip up north to see my uncle, whom I haven’t seen since I was in my twenties. It’s only for two nights, but we may get there in time for the blueberries….and my son can finally meet his great-uncle.
That’s three blessings for today. I want to focus on what went well each day instead of dwelling on what did not go so well. Perspective is an art form.
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