today, you . . .

Will, today you . . .

. . . were tormented about Silly Hair Day at camp, torn between not participating and getting laughed at (though we tried to explain laughter is natural and not personal at a purposely silly event) . . .
. . . ate blueberries and a piece of toast with peach honey butter, along with "red juice" (cranapple) for breakfast . . .
. . . still had a gunky nose, though you still seem to feel fine . . .
. . . went to camp with six Scooby Doo bandaids and two Barbie bandaids along your right shin, to cover up the scrape you got yesterday from the side of the sandbox . . .
. . . spent the afternoon with Mommy out on a "date" － to BookPeople (bought a Barbie Mermaidia coloring book with sparkly stickers), Whole Foods Market for a treat (picked a cup of raspberry mousse), and up to WFM's playscape, which unfortunately is outside and unshaded; we both agreed it was way too hot to play there, so we picked up a little lemonade, stopped by Randall's for some mid-week groceries and came home to watch Noggin . . .
. . . stretched up on your tippy toes to smooch me sweetly while we waited at the pharmacy counter . . .
. . . were the only one to remember the fried green beans we forgot to order as our regular appetizer at Friday's . . .
. . . mentioned for the first time Clifford's "love spots," the ever-growing places where his fur has been worn off by constant loving.


Rachel, today you . . .

. . . remembered to put on your swimsuit underneath your clothes for camp, but forgot to put your swimshirt into your bag . . .
. . . ate your breakfast not as slowly as you have the past few days, much to your mommy's relief . . .
. . . wanted little pigtails for Silly Hair Day, though they're really just darling, not silly . . .
. . . chatted incessantly about your master plan for an Animal "Club" you want to create, complete with a clubhouse out in a vacant lot close to our house, and a broad spectrum of homeless pets you want to care for there until you can find good homes for them . . .
. . . politely requested no more cheese & ham tacos for lunch . . .
. . . wore a huge, floppy, pink patchwork hat to supper at Friday's . . .
. . . spoke of your love for chocolate mousse . . .
. . . practiced the piano and sounded rather good at it . . .
. . . bestowed upon me a big, long hug at bedtime, when I told you the truth － you are such a special girl.