Construction on the road behind our back fence has begun and will continue all summer. Chainsaws. They chopped down a row of trees next to the soccer field. Not sure why they had to do that just to build a sidewalk — there was more than enough space. Now I hear them shouting and throwing stuff, as usual.

June is nearly at an end and we have yet to experience a heat wave this year. A few isolated days in the mid-70s is about it. Yesterday was rainy, today, too. Who knows if it will ever end. Freya’s summer clothes hang still and unworn in her closet.

Sunday night she did something she hasn’t done before: slept from 11pm until the sky was light at 6:30 or so. It was a long and tough day for her, and she stayed up late to greet Daddy at the ferry when he came back from SF. So I suppose she *~*slept through the night*~* , an event that most American parents obsess over needlessly and try to force on their babies at far too young an age. The infant brain is designed to wake frequently to eat. It’s also designed to wake frequently to remain safe at night. Babies trained to sleep all night as tiny infants are probably more prone to SIDS, especially in a crib (they used to call it crib death, you know).

Our backpack carrier is here and it is stunning. Already planning to take Freya on a little hike in it this Saturday.