Avey will be 7 years old this week. We knew this day would come eventually, but that doesn’t make it any easier. She is growing and learning, and doesn’t show any signs of slowing down. I remain defiantly in denial about this whole mess. I’ll bake her cake and all, but that’s because I love her, not because I in any way support or acknowledge the passage of time.
She wanted to celebrate by having a huge, legendary Kung Fu battle with a worthy foe, but settled on going to White Sands National Monument. She invited a couple of school friends whose parents are also our good friends. The kids had about as much fun as anyone could squeeze into a Saturday. We parents had fun for a few minutes, and then got tired, hot, and cranky.
They had a great time getting buried in the sand, making sculptures, and they even found a small, white lizard that we captured for a few minutes:
Hakan has had a big week also. He showed us how to roll over from his back to his front earlier in the week, and repeats it each day. He’s been playing with toys more and more – mostly shaking them around and then trying to swallow them in vain.
Carver is in a new phase of avoiding bedtime at all costs. Normally, he seems to understand when we tell him it’s time to sleep, and he goes for it. Lately, he puts up a big fight – refusing to lie down for anything. We can see how spoiled we’ve been since he was born. He likes to go out on the patio in the evenings and climb onto his little tricycle and then dismount, and repeat the process over and over. I think that new fun activity is most of the reason he does not want to get to bed.
I’d gladly switch places with him for a night or two.