Yesterday was the last day of nice temperatures for a while, so the family hung out in the backyard, savoring the nice evening. (Today it was in the 90s, and the rest of the week will be in the 100s.)
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Flowers from the yard:
Lucas is getting tall. He has also, in the past two weeks, begun talking in sentences. It was a very sudden transition--from one-word demands to subjects, verbs, adjectives--and his vocabulary has exploded.
I envy him his perfect skin:
He's tall. Sometimes he seems to be all long legs and giant head.
He retains his crazy fine motor skills. He spends a lot of time at his multimedia table, where we keep watercolors, markers, crayons, glue sticks, little foam pieces to glue onto paper, stickers, and scissors. He also loves to garden: to dig, to water the grass, to pull apart leaves and grasses.
At age 14, Woody remains a financial liability, but his quality of life is still quite high.
Mr. Trillwing and Woody understand each other incredibly well. Woody has always been Mr. T's emotional barometer, and continues to be so, even though he's now deaf (or pretends not to hear us). It used to be I could walk in the door and determine Mr. Trillwing's mood by glancing at Woody.
Mr. T doesn't like his own chin and neck. His vanity makes me giggle. I like watching him age, which he's doing quite gracefully. I mean, the dude is 46 years old, and do you see any gray hair or wrinkles?
As of today, Lucas has a new haircut (and a dirty face). No indication yet if he'll get the reddish hair and freckles Mr. T had as a kid.