the latin names of flowers

it's official: we've another walker! no longer is the crawl the second-best (*the* best being slung about by mama, of course) form of transport. the perfect form of his crawl will soon be left to memory as jude is now everywhere on soft dirty feet. congratulations are expected!



it's hot again, the sun sneaking in the house through the cracks between the curtains. our bodies grow accustomed to feeling hot and, suddenly, it is not so bad. to feel a little sticky and a little hot has become "okay." i think we're designed to feel this way come summer sun and sweat. with bodies that are not used to the cold of central air no one is completely wilted when playing outside. everyone shouts, though, shouting over the loud spinning whirr of the fans of the house.

henry has, for the most part, stopped napping. we mourn this loss. without a nap we've a long day of three year old effervescent energy, no break for mama, and several hours of wearisome grumpiness, from both mother and child. but today is a day of surprises! henry passed out during rest time and as i went to fetch the camera he scootched over and held jude's hand. so beautiful and sweaty in our room of blue. of course, he'll be bouncing off of the walls until well after eight. it's hard to know what to do!



and an altogether too-rich heath-in-chocolate-soft-serve number thirteen, eaten while sweating on the couch and watching the aviator.