Like most eight year-olds, Miss M loved swimming this summer. I loved to watch her pale form glide underwater. With her sandy hair and grey-blue eyes, she's always seemed part sea creature to me.
Six year-old Boy Wonder continued to keep the 500Jerk household apprised of the barges and birds on our piece of the Tennessee River this summer. I frequently caught him peering out the window to see what might be going on.
Although birds, boats, coins, and gemstones were and are still of keen interest, Boy Wonder's obsession with Legos has led to a recent household ban on all Legos-related discussions. Legos are now officially known as "The Toy That Must Not Be Named."
This does not in any way prevent him from talking about them.We met up with some Knoxville friends at Chicago's Eleventh Street Diner in July. The adults ate matzoh ball soup while the kids drank indelible grape soda and got goofy.
We raced trucks around. In fact, this is Boy Wonder's signature summer 2009 look. No shirt, shorts, and Tevas--hunched over and running like hell behind a massive toy truck.
We giggled with girlfriends.
We were adventurers.
We got lucky one fine weekend and enjoyed our neighbors' lovely pool while they were out of town. (We had permission, I promise!)
Sometimes we got a little too close to each other.
We taco'd. I bet you didn't know "taco" is a verb.
Miss M grew tall and, if possible, even more sweet.
Boy Wonder learned to ride a bike. He took a scary spill that tore up his knee and terrified his mother, but he has since made a full recovery.