We have been basking in the glorious summer weather in our part of the world. As we cross the halfway mark, I remind myself not to get too used to this warmth. The icy cold hands of winter is just around the corner.
The kids were home for the first three weeks. The first week was spent in the company of one of my close friends and her family. Her son N celebrated his b’day with us. It was a week filled with endearing moments – Hari got to be the big brother that the little kids looked up to, Ram and N bonding over pokemon, pretend play and legos, N’s twin sisters regaling us with sweet toddler antics.
Ram and Hari are in the same camps all through summer. I am pleasantly surprised by how much the boys are enjoying being in the same campus. Hari checks on Ram in hallways and Ram hangs out with Hari at recess. There are even days when the boys co-ordinate their t-shirts so they can be “twins” at camp. All on their own accord. That’s going to change for the next two weeks as Hari will be on a Trip and Adventure camp. And that’s good too, the kids will be on their own doing their own thing.
Hari is enjoying his summer baseball games. He is also indulging us by working on his math skills. While sports continue to be his first love, he definitely seems to be acquiring a taste and liking for crunching numbers. Once he overcomes the inertia, the wheels start spinning and whirring quite effortlessly.
Ram and I have been reading together a lot this summer. We read George’s Marvellous Medicine and Phantom Tollbooth. Ram’s penchant for picture walking has inspired me to practice my non-existent drawing skills. Nothing original, just copying illustrations in his story books. It’s true that the deer I draw looks like a cow and the only flower I seem to be capable of drawing is a tulip, but when there is an eager little person sitting next to you, sharing the paper, unleashing his creativity, enjoying the companionship, you plod along.