Birdsong.

Three weeks in and push-ups 8, 9, and 10 are still hard.

What can I do to make today as slow as last Sunday? Because having a free Saturday feels quite luxurious.

I’ve learned to not complain too much out loud. I think it’s problematic. But it’s also necessary.

The kids are on a roll today. Everyone is killing it at the plate. Their growth is so evident today. And isn’t it a perfect day for 7 year-old baseball? All sun, not too hot, chilly in the shade.

Hammock. The side neighbor is yelling instructions to the back neighbor. He’s trying to hack off the dates on the palm. Such a bummer to miss out on all of that fruit but no one wants to deal with the bees and the wasps.

What parent wants to go tell another parent something bad about their child? But in the end I leave with more understanding. I tell her, this is helpful information. It can help me guide their playtime better to reduce incidents. I think we both feel better. Her being able to share openly about her child’s needs and me knowing that we can still support the friendship but with better boundaries. And we both agree that kids should mostly play outside.

Hummingbird magic. I will never not be amazed.

Door bell but no one is there. Piece of paper under the doormat. An apology from his friend.

At least he has good taste in music.