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Happy Trails

Will headed off to his first session of YMCA resident camp today. He is a bit young compared to the campers that Paul and I had at camp in Minnesota but this is a shorter session, smaller cabin group and the sister camp to the main tripping camp so it seems to cater more to the younger crowd. Camp Colman is a beautiful camp though situationed along a mile of beachfront and over 100 forested acres of Washington's Key peninsula.

He left Paul without even a hug or kiss today--seemingly thrilled for his big long "sleepover" at camp. Clearly it was much harder on us than him as we now are left missing him and wondering to ourselves what he is doing and how things are going. Is he going to remember to change his underwear and put on sunscreen each day? Will he make friends? Will he try new things? What skit will he do at the campfire?

Apparently the only thing that Will was not looking forward to was some kind of icebreaker where you are basically playing Rock, Paper, Scissors with your body. Yeah, sure, I know that one! Who knows what Will doesn't like about it but he informed his dad that he would have been "very displeased" if they had played that game. Little does he know that he has another four days in which to encounter the game...

What I was not looking forward to was the possibility that he would be the only boy in the cabin who did not come with a friend. Thankfully though, right away as Will was moving into his cabin there was another little boy who travelled to camp from Denver and he did not come with a friend. What a relief!

But camp sure has changed in the past ten or so years. Now you can email your child (daily!) and they have a blog with photos of the camp sessions along with some kind of program called Mugshots where you can purchase photos of your child doing camp activities. Wow, the only thing that is next is a webcam and then we may have completely catered to the "helicopter parent" mentality. Paul and I are going to send him one email but land sakes... we've got to be able to let go for a few days here. As much as we miss him I think we can all survive four days without constant communication!

Playdate with Liv and Lane

Will and Lane went to the Wooden Boat Festival.


Trying to see with one eye!

Sweet Liv got a bath
Jasper was alert and curious about his new surroundings and he topped it off with a breast milk sandwich

8 Weeks Old and Nearly 14 Pounds!

He doesn't really have breasts it is just the way Paul is holding him! He is a big boy though with many folds! At his two week check today he was 13.5 pounds and 24 inches long--90th percentile for both!

Weekending

Here is Will with his "Refreshment Stand" which he has been wanting to do for months. We held him off until the weather got warmer. In this photo he is selling some chips and lemonade to his friend Corey Rose whom he calls "Quarter Rose". He just cracks me up sometimes. I still don't know the name of his circus teacher whom he calls "Ovoid" (a Montessori term for a geometrical shape that looks like an egg). What man's name sounds like "Ovoid"? Anyone know?

Jasper is a great nighttime sleeper but during the day will prefer to doze NOT in his bed. During the week he is happy sleeping in his nursing chair on his mama or in his sling or anywhere that is as close to me as possible. This is very typical of newborns who would prefer to stay in the womb for another four months. So you'd think that on weekends I could really utilize Paul and allow him to be the daddy womb for awhile. But instead this silly guy will always have long marathon sleeps on weekends perfectly content in his bed or anywhere we put him. It really isn't fair.

Smiles

I will try to get more smiles on camera this weekend but it has been weeks of great social smiling and laughing. What a happy little guy!

Cleavage

Will asked me today just out of the blue while we were quietly driving in the car somewhere.... "Why does Elizabeth have that big crack in between her chest right in the middle of those two fat things?" Took me a minute to realize what he was talking about and then I explained to him what "cleavage" was and why his mommy doesn't have any. Then he said thoughtfully, "You mean those are her breasts that I can see beside the crack?" I replied that they were. Then a minute later he said, "Why does it seem like all the women at school have cleavage?" I told him that was an interesting observation and we had a little discussion about body types and differences.