Photo 37: playing

its a little tight.

Photo 36: Pop, Pop, Pop, eat

everyday he brings us the popcorn bowl.

everyday we get the air popper and the popcorn.

everyday he holds the popcorn jar and shakes it on the way to the counter.

everyday he helps us pour in some kernels into the popper.

everyday he gleefully watches the kernels pop up and white popcorn overflow into the bowl.

often he gets his own bowl.

often he dumps it out and eats from the big bowl instead.

often he "helps" feed us the popcorn.

everyday there is a big mess on the carpet.

everyday I am thankful for the laughs.

everyday I am thankful for the little memories we make everyday.

Photo 35: Busy Day

and it is not even 10 o'clock.

photo 34: fourth of july

Some scenes in the States I don't think I will ever get quite use to, like the little metal boxes that pop up all over before the 4th. Fireworks have such a different meaning to me. Will too. He thinks that fireworks here are so small compared to what they can get in Italy. Plus for him fireworks and New Years go hand in hand. The stories he and his brothers tell about what they had there are not ones that I wish my own son would ever repeat!
For me fireworks came in big flat packages with colorful sticks. They were in stores all summer long and we would enjoy them normally while we were on vacation by the beach. Pretty much they were sparklers, but they were so pretty. Thanks to the summer matsuris, we also enjoyed beautiful firework displays often. In Japan firework displays are an art, with the variety of colors and patterns...
I don't know, I have just never seen firework displays here that match the beauty of what I saw in Japan.
Well, Happy fourth.
have fun with your fireworks...just don't wake my child! :)

Photo 33: Who needs toys?

When you could play in the dryer

or with a cooler

or on a wheelbarrow!

Photo 32: Alex loves...

CHEESE!

we were making tacos and someone grabbed the block of cheese off the counter and decided to dig in!

Photo 31: Storm

we waited until the rain had slowed down and the hail had stopped. It was time to go home.
10 minutes down the road and we had the worst hail I had seen
(which is not saying a lot because I don't remember the last time I had seen hail)
pounding on our car.
the windshield wipers swishing at full speed.
i turned to check on Alex to make sure he was okay, and there he , staring at the window, his face serious and eyes had that worried look.
The light turned green and we slowly moved forward.
5 more minutes down the road and it had slowed up a bit.
we made it home to flickering power.
happy to be home
happy to have the temperature drop from 115 to 87 in an hour.
happy to not feel oppressed by the air.
hello summer thunderstorms!