Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day. ~Winnie the Pooh

Max asleep hugging a polar bear.  Grace asleep on a chair.  We found her like this after she'd been in bed a couple of hours and we were upstairs!?

Max asleep hugging a polar bear. Grace asleep on a chair. We found her like this after she'd been in bed a couple of hours and we were upstairs!?

Grace and Max are getting more independent, although their souls are still so little.  That is obvious when they are sleeping.

Max is growing up (again).  He still wants to try to help with most everything and a lot of it he wants to do himself  (me-self, he says).  We think he’s pretty tough.  He is now riding a little 12 in bike and wipes out in the street sometimes.  He fell today while chasing a soccer ball down the street; he just tripped over his own feet and face planted.  Dan was putting ice on his lip and said “Are you a tough guy?” Max said “No. Jeffrey is a tough guy.” Jeffrey is in his class at school.  Dan asked if Max was tough too and with one of his huge professional frowns he said “No.  I miss Mommy.”  Adorable. Fine, he’s not tough then.  That’s fine.

On another note (no pun intended), he told Bridget that he thought he had an elephant in his diaper the other day.  Our nanny was quite confused until she figured out that he’d had a major toot that must have sounded to him like an elephant trumpeting.

Grace is changing too (again).  I think she’s getting tough.  She and her friend Lillian asked if they could ride their bikes around the Ursuline parking lot by themselves yesterday.  I let them because I was glad they wanted to.  It won’t always be so easy to allow independence, will it? This is a huge change from our little one who mostly wants to curl up in our laps on the couch and doesn’t want us to be further than 5 feet from her bedroom at night.  She also got invited to go home with Jen after the half marathon and she didn’t miss a beat in saying “yes!”.  She didn’t even ask if I would come too.  If she learns nothing else in kindergarten but to be sure of herself venturing into things, that is fine with me.  Hooray!  Wait a minute, does that mean she’ll want us less and less?  Oh boy.  She is officially spending more awake time in the company of friends than with us. I am sure this is for the best but I still wish we were on a farm in the Netherlands waiting to start school until they were 7.  Or 14.

On the way to school this week Grace was asking Max whether or not he remembered something.  He said he didn’t and she asked “Mama, does Max have a very little brain, like Pooh?”.  I laughed and laughed and the kids were cracking up too.  I said that Max is very smart and that I hope he is like Pooh because Pooh is so happy.

I could meander on this river with them forever.

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