Adam broke in the summer with a tick in his arm. After a hike around the forest in Boulder Creek, and three baths later I realized it wasn't a sticky thing sticking on my kid's arm, but a bug embedded. When I went to remove it, Adam responded with "No that's mine tick".
In the last three day's it seems I have a kid, not a tot or any remnant of a baby, but a kid. He has taken on dirty knees, fear, and thoughts of Santa Claus. The other day Adam was talking to himself and said "Santa Claus comes in the winter", a long pause (maybe two minutes), "Momma, where is Santa Claus now?".
We are back to enjoying our weekly Babes and Momma gathering, swimming in our community pool. Miraculously, no one is under too long before a rescue, all the tots and babies return home with the right Momma at the end of the day and the water is still clear on departure.
