Naked Play

Finley sleeping with baby dean and her rubby.

When will this poor child learn to keep her clothes on when playing outside. This is fall out from landing on one of the sappy stumps. I was worried that we would have a few days of tough times, but it only bothers her when she catches a glimpse of it in the mirror. Because of course, she is still naked all the time!

Happy Birthday!

Today our foster baby J turns 3!

3 years ago she was born and I didn't know she existed. On August 22, 2006 I learned about her. I spent until Sept. 11, 2006 driving into Boston almost daily to visit her in the hospital. To hold her, bathe her, snuggle her, feed her, clip her nails, etc.


Happy Birthday Little Girl. I hope you are happy and loved.

Provincetown

There were plenty of toilets!

We stayed at the quietest campground I have ever been in. Usually there are people up until all hours of the night but we were by far the loudest people. Tiny little sites, but the people were so very quiet. Lots of childless couples who didn’t want to pay $250 a night for a hotel room. Snooty Canadian lesbian couples who were very anal and clearly horrified by our loud (but happy) dirty, half dressed children. Cathy says everyone from Ontario is like that. And then many other families like ours who were out of the campground by 7 am and not back until half an hour before throwing the kids to bed. It was nice to park the car and travel only by bike all week. Avery ended up riding in the cargo hold of the bike trailer. The two babies (27 and 28 lbs) and Avery’s 47 lbs were easily handled and a lot faster than waiting for Avery to get up or down hills on her own bike.

Playing on the jetty at 6am in our pajamas.

The babies and Logan napped every day on the beach. One day they all napped. The water was cold and clear. The crowded beach very rocky but full of all types of families. Kids from every continent running around with their two dads or two moms. I, of course, ended talking mostly with a straight woman who was there photographing the colage week. She'd left her breast-fed 18 month old home and this was her weaning trip. Each day I’d inquire about her breasts. I got to wander Commercial Street early in the morning with the babies. Good window shopping, I got to know the trash guys who entertained the babies and I didn’t have any crowds to deal with at 6am.

At Herring Cove.

Logan, Avery and Cathy went on a whale watch. Logan and Avery visited the candy store daily. We wandered the jetty and explored under the rocks. Each day was full of lots of nothing. Perfect.

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Then the first day back was Logan’s first trip to Fenway Park. We ended up getting to hang out on top of the Green Monstah. Awesome! I’d never been up there. (Okay, I’d also never been to the park sober before, so the whole thing was a different experience.) And we ended up on TV when a ball hit the wall right below us. The Paw Sox lost. We are going to McCoy Stadium in two weeks so maybe we’ll get to see them win then.

It's All Good

We've been very, very busy. The park and rec concert series has been a hit for everyone. The lake is loved by everyone except Logan. He has a blast if there are enough kids to make up wiffle ball teams but doesn't have the confidence to play out deep in the water with them. I've started feeling confident enough to swim out to the rafts with both babies. I think I make the life guards nervous but I feel safe.

This summer has been so much easier and more enjoyable than last summer. The babies don't eat sand. When we are out and about they are mostly too busy to nurse. They can wander away from me, play, and then come back on their own. They make friends with other small people.

Today we saw the polar bear, which Meryl and Finley were really looking forward to.

Waking up full of excitement.

Waiting.

Here she is!

She is really an amazingly graceful swimmer. 25 years old and she's never been out of this pool. She lives alone since her mother died. The kids are amazed and thrilled. I feel a little sad.

Tomorrow we are packing up to head off to p-town for a week of camping. Logan insists there will be bathrooms everywhere in this town. (Took me awhile to figure out that logic. If you get it immediately you have the brain of an 8 year old boy.) It is Family Week but we haven't registered and I doubt we will. It might be nice to have more family families around though.

We have a whale watch planned, hope to get a permit for a beach fire, may attempt a drive in movie and Logan really, really, really wants to play mini-golf. I hope we don't get too much rain (Did it rain everyday in July?), that the mosquitoes are manageable and the babies sleep reasonably well. Keep my expectations low and all will be well!

Rock on!