Art and Tsundi play with water (LIVE BLOGGED!)


This photo was taken with my new and quite fun phone called a Google G1 (click here to see). It’s google’s attempt at the iphone, and it’s super cool for google freaks like me who use gmail/calendar, etc. I took this photo and immediately sent it to the blog via the phone. I expect I’ll be doing this quite often, although the photos won’t be toned or look as nice as usual. But they’ll be about as new as possible!

Art’s friend.

Today we spend quite a bit of time with Art’s 5-year-old friend Amelia. Her and her family are from England (near London) and they’re staying in the same building. We spent most of the day with them today, morning and after-nap, then we all went out for a nice dinner. They were both delighted to have someone to be silly with, scream, dig sand, feed the birds, run, swim…


Art gives Amelia a cracker to feed the birds.

Turn around! Good, Lewis!

Lewis can get himself down from a couch or bed.  He knows how to turn himself around so his feet go first!  But he's walking today.  No.  He seems to have forgotten that he was walking so well on his own the other day and he's a four-footed animal, again.  So you get to see his first steps after all, Ben!!!  Looks like he's going to do a replay for you!

a moment I’ll remember

Today Arthur seemed to finally be feeling alot more ok about being in Florida. Less reserved, more affectionate, more silly. MORE SILLY! We went down to the ocean in the afternoon and played in the sand and water. A 5-year-old girl was there and she and Art had a fun time screaming and splashing, although Art would insist I or Nanna stay near. He was timid about waves. In any event, it was fun to see him fully enjoy the ocean in all it’s saltiness and vastness. I got to body surf some, too, as Nanna watched the bug.

But the moment I’ll remember is after Nanna left and Art and I sat on the beach together. He sat on my lap, and waves rolled over our pasty white legs as I piled sand on his feet. His feet slowly disappeared only to reappear from the rush of a wave. We sat there, mostly silently, for 40 minutes, playing with sand, pouring water over our toes, sitting on the beach. It was the sort of moment I had idealized in my mind when it comes to oceans and 3-year-olds, and it was quite wonderful.