Seventh Summer: The Isle of Skye
We’re settling into a nice routine of a couple of hours of swimming, with other activities we make up as we go along–just the way a kid’s summer should be. Someone gave Chloe a spiky, sparkly ball, which became a “flower fish” and a jellyfish in the pool.
For 45 minutes I thought I had the best gig going: playing with a kid in cool water on a 100+ degree F. day. Then Chloe spit pool water in my face, and after four times telling her to stop I’d had enough and got out. Neighbors appeared at that moment, and a few minutes later Gary came out to relieve me, so my statement didn’t have much impact.
I froze the un-jelled Jello mold from Tuesday and we unmolded it for dessert. Chloe set up all her “babies” to eat with us, and shared the Jello (with added sprinkles and colored sugar). Since this was a special occasion, I suggested Chloe dress the babies for dinner.
In preparation for Gary’s and my upcoming trip to England and Scotland, Gary was perusing information about the Isle of Skye. Chloe’s middle name is Skye, so he asked her what she thought it would look like. She got out her white board. When she was drawing the flowers she said she was making them “abstract,” but I told her they were more “impressionistic.” The picture reminds me of the painting I did for the lid of her toy chest. I love the puzzle-piece cloud.