|Simple brownie cake on his actual birthday.|
Hurricane Irene forced the postponement of the party, but we had a grand time, anyway.
After the storm passed through, we took the boys, suffering from cabin fever, outside to explore. Eagle-eyed Wesley found this very entertaining earthworm swimming hole:
We returned home Sunday night, to a (thankfully, undamaged) house with no power or running water. Nate somehow managed to entertain himself:
|Left: "This fits." Right: "Fix rocket. SrewDRIVER!"|
We were finally able to capture Nate's impressive "downward dog" yoga pose on film.
Usually he announces, "down dog," but he sometimes channels his inner Scotsman to proclaim that he is "upside doon!"
Tonight we cruised to dinner dockside, then headed home in a glorious sunset.
I will forever remember the exact weight of his life-jacketed body on mine, the smell of his blowing hair, the wonder in his eyes, his "Night, Night Little Moon," and the quickness with which he announced "motor OFF!" each time the quirky outboard died. This little family is my greatest adventure.
hump day nuggets: little bits of the season in photos and words about the last week. Shannon's definition of Hump Day is flexible. Thanks to Dig This Chick for the idea.