My team indulged me in a hike and picnic adventure on a blustery Mother’s day.
The Firefighter was on duty and we discussed our thoughts about developmental readiness for owning your own pocket knife. (He said, “maybe ten?” and I replied that I was thinking about seven. He liked that.)
Big brother is incredulous watching Little Brother approach Daddy’s face like it’s a bowling ball.
Eleven months old today, are you kidding me?! He is developing so beautifully. In the last month, he has learned to move and, with an extensive dose of floor sampling, has been practicing some discrimination with what goes into his mouth. Our noses are still fair game.
My preferred habitat: trees, running water, and a sack of tasty morsels on my back.
*one of the songs on the mental loop that week: