Last week he: hiked all the way down a huge gorge and back up again on his own two feet / was such an amazing camper, and stayed quietly in the tent at night despite lots of dance music and noise all around / loved his freedom at grandma's, running through the garden and even 'going around front', all on his own / felt like a very grown up boy to me... is four easier than three? i don't want o jinx it, but it feels like we are hitting a sweet spot.
Last week she: impressed everyone with her camping skills... rain? no problem for this littlest sport / said 'baaaa' to every animal in sight; sheep=baaa, cow=baaa, dog=baaa / learned how to high-five from 'uncle dan', it's insanely cute / started stalking the cat. poor kitty, we just keep producing these kids to torture her!