Jean painted a fantastic tree in Hadley’s old room on Penn Street in Denver and I had forgotten just how brilliant it was until I ran across a picture of it today. It was very cool.

It’s supposed to be in the 80s all week and I’m sort of dreading it. 80 is a bit too much, especially without air conditioning. This morning Hadley and I made homemade lemonade and set up a lemonade stand in the backyard. I was a repeat customer and she kept offering some to Atticus and Stan but then realized how silly it was that she was offering them lemonade because they didn’t have money. Atta girl. There really isn’t anything like real homemade lemonade.

She was full of it today and I had to look away a few times to keep from laughing.

In the car on the way to the park this afternoon she told me she named her stuffed bear “nipple” because he likes to nurse. I know I sound like a 6th grade boy but it really was funny to hear her pipe up from the backseat “Mom! Nipple’s dancing! Look he’s shaking his bum! Mom, nipple is thirsty. He needs a bottle.”

Later at the park, I see Hadley run up to a little girl and her mom. The little girl is looking at Hadley and I can see Hadley moving but not talking. I start to walk over to them. As I get closer I see that Hadley is doing a faux sign language, interpretive dance type of thing. She then turns to me and quickly says in a lisped whisper “MOM! How do I say ‘my name is Hadley’ in sign language???” It was such a quirky weird little thing to do. Yet another little Hadleyism that sets her apart. She has also started chewing on her hair which needs to stop ASAP because that’s just creepy. It’s such a careful balance…I want her to be unique and confident in her uniqueness but not so unique that she stands out and is ridiculed. Hm. Maybe this is something I have no control over.

Finn thinks everyone else is a baby and likes to call them baby before he shoves them. He’s a feisty little tyke and just likes to keep moving. He had his first real tantrum today and Peter and I just watched and laughed. I was speechless. It was just so bizarre. He literally just kept flailing and throwing himself on the floor screaming. I think I finally stood up and walked away.

Good Night spray paint goddess…