The other day, I asked Izzy how long she thought she would live. She responded with “600 years.” I told her that I didn’t think anyone had ever lived that long, to which she responded – “Yea but you don’t die in heaven, so I’ll be at least 600 years old in heaven.” It was quite a moment. I asked her how old she would live in front of some other ppl after that, and she said the same thing.
We finished our Juneteenth trip off with some tubing on the river (Izzy likes going fast, Joe doesn’t love boats yet) and then another beach day with Cam Holton’s family. The kids are doing great in the water.
Then the next week we went to Lake Lure. Izzy really enjoyed Rock Hopping. Joe played the putt putt course probably a grand total of 34 times, and made many holes in one, specifically on hole 16. Izzy and I saw a Ebony Jewelwing dragonfly on one of our excursions, along with a tiger swallowtail buttery, some kind of watersnake, and a crawdad.
Joe has started having some accidents in public again. Today he closed down the Chic-Fil-A playplace by peeing on it, and earlier this week he peed in Michael’s. Not sure what is happening. Here’s to hoping it’s a two-off.