Easter was a complete whirlwind, but fun. Our Sunday had little to do with religion or Easter (except for a basket of peeps). Still, it felt sacred hanging out among family, flowers, and babe.
Considering weekend and the days leading up to it, we went to five separate events – from West Sac and the Sacto suburbs, all the way to Stockton, down south. Our life is full of family – we are more than blessed.
Plus, Cal went to his first baseball game on Thursday to see the River Cats. Being April, the game got rained out. But we trooped on, and enjoyed 2 ½ innings of unadulterated cuddle time, complete with some eye gazing. “Calvin Michael Hughes welcome to your first baseball game” beamed the billboard as we left.
My head is practically spinning from all of our adventures. Stimulus gets me tired. Dido for Cal, but he handles it with aplomb. At the pinnacle event on Sunday, at my great aunt’s, Cal was so pleasant that folks were commenting on his complete lack of fussiness. I can’t really take ownership for his being a “good baby” (I don’t like that moniker, although I use it too) but I definitely enjoy the ease of taking him out and showing him off. As long as he’s jiggled and loved, he’s game for experiencing new things.
A great memory I have of the weekend is watching Cal lounge wistfully and happily on two giant towels on the grass, gazing at the sparkling tree leaves; they danced in the breeze. Cal is an outdoorsman – I think he can actually commune with nature. Even cooped up in my cubicle, I can still see the leaves aglow in his eyes. When us big people look at leaves we try to categorize and label and make judgments – like whether the leaves are pretty or important or what kind of tree they belong to. But when Cal sees the dance of nature, he is just in awe. He observes. He takes it all in. He moves his arms and legs and wiggles in joy. He is the yin to the leaves’ yang. And then he cries when he’s ready to move on. It’s as simple as that.
I have all kinds of plans for my small naturalist as the weather warms – floating at the lake, hiking trails, camping, visiting the arboretum. The funny thing is that he’d be just as happy exploring the green expanse at the park down the street, or watching the greenery sway in our backyard. He’s pleased as punch as long as we’re outside. And I’m equally as happy watching him, wherever it is we find ourselves.
Considering weekend and the days leading up to it, we went to five separate events – from West Sac and the Sacto suburbs, all the way to Stockton, down south. Our life is full of family – we are more than blessed.
Plus, Cal went to his first baseball game on Thursday to see the River Cats. Being April, the game got rained out. But we trooped on, and enjoyed 2 ½ innings of unadulterated cuddle time, complete with some eye gazing. “Calvin Michael Hughes welcome to your first baseball game” beamed the billboard as we left.
My head is practically spinning from all of our adventures. Stimulus gets me tired. Dido for Cal, but he handles it with aplomb. At the pinnacle event on Sunday, at my great aunt’s, Cal was so pleasant that folks were commenting on his complete lack of fussiness. I can’t really take ownership for his being a “good baby” (I don’t like that moniker, although I use it too) but I definitely enjoy the ease of taking him out and showing him off. As long as he’s jiggled and loved, he’s game for experiencing new things.
A great memory I have of the weekend is watching Cal lounge wistfully and happily on two giant towels on the grass, gazing at the sparkling tree leaves; they danced in the breeze. Cal is an outdoorsman – I think he can actually commune with nature. Even cooped up in my cubicle, I can still see the leaves aglow in his eyes. When us big people look at leaves we try to categorize and label and make judgments – like whether the leaves are pretty or important or what kind of tree they belong to. But when Cal sees the dance of nature, he is just in awe. He observes. He takes it all in. He moves his arms and legs and wiggles in joy. He is the yin to the leaves’ yang. And then he cries when he’s ready to move on. It’s as simple as that.
I have all kinds of plans for my small naturalist as the weather warms – floating at the lake, hiking trails, camping, visiting the arboretum. The funny thing is that he’d be just as happy exploring the green expanse at the park down the street, or watching the greenery sway in our backyard. He’s pleased as punch as long as we’re outside. And I’m equally as happy watching him, wherever it is we find ourselves.
