William had a tick on his ankle yesterday. That was our first encounter with that particular grossness. Wow. Yuck. Said tick was in the woods somewhere — a place William is very happy to be these days. He follows Jameson quite happily. If they’re not in the woods, they’re on their bikes — William continuing to ride in the same circles, at the same pace, staring at the clouds and talking to himself. He is such a fun little man.
Jameson prefers to ride his bike to the top of the hill and then ZOOM down as fast as he can. His corners and swerves are getting closer and closer to the ground, and the look on his face is so full of determination and enthusiasm and love for life. He always wears his heart on his sleeve, for better or for worse. It’s easy, in the overt display of emotion, to be overwhelmed by his struggles and miss all of the moments in between when he’s a singing, working, happily just being part of our family.
Beatrice has a feisty streak that’s starting to peek through. It’s amazing how quickly she’s becoming a person. Who will she be? How will she fit into our lives? How will she change our lives? She sits at her little toy basket and sings to herself — it’s so, so sweet. Yesterday she was in the middle of the boys’ room while we worked, and the next minute, she was gone. What? And then giggling, from under the bed. You never know where she’s going to roll! Her naps are easy and regular, she loves to snuggle with me at night, and even with four teeth (four!), her happy self is rarely bothered. My only complaint is that she’s growing too fast.
They are, altogether, the best.