2.4 or, How much is too much?

Dear Miriam,

July was busy and fun.  The whole Thorne/Spencer side of the family came to visit, which was great.  You had never met Uncle Scott, and we had never met Cousin Sebastian.  So at least we all managed to finally get in the same room.  We got to do some fun things while they were here.  We all went up to the Tar Pits, and down to Cabrillo Aquarium.  We went swimming in the hotel pool, and had big family dinners.  It was very nice to see them all.  I hope we're able to do that at least once a year.

You grew noticeably this month, which means that you've actually outgrown some of your shorts.  I realized the other day that Corbin has been wearing the same shorts for three years now, partly because he stopped wearing diapers during that time, which effectively shrunk his waistline.  I wonder if the same thing will happen with your wardrobe, too.  I also realized that neither of you has worn a pair of long pants for months, either, except on your trip to WI and MI.  I guess that's life in CA for you.

We gave up on barrettes for your hair and tried head bands.  Then we gave up on those and went with the top knot.  We'll claim it's because of your Asian heritage.

Your camping trip left you with predictably terrible bed time habits.  You think it's perfectly reasonable that we should just hang out in your room with you all night.  One night, at 2:30am, you tried to convince me that I should just sleep on your floor.  We had just started to get you back into a good routine when you went down to San Diego for a few nights.  So it goes.

We got a new slide this month, which you really like.  As soon as I walk in the door from work, you give me a big hug and then say, "Can we play outside on the playground?"  You climb all over it, and have great fun telling me which hole to peek through while you're inside.  Your animals climb all over it, too, which is funny.

We had this conversation this month:

Me: [singing] "How much is that doggie in the window? I do hope that doggie's for sale."
You: How much is that kitty in the window.
Me: [sings kitty version]
You: How much is that fish in the window.
Me: [sings fish version]
You: How much is that floor lamp in the window.
Me: ....Let's go outside and play.

Love,
Mom

The thumb nail coming off:

Your new hair style:

Helping Grandpa do the dishes:

Helping Dad fix the computer: