When I think back on my childhood, it all seems like a weird dream. I don't think it existed in the magical way I choose to remember it. I guess it doesn't really matter how it was, as long as my memories are all warm and fuzzy. That is what I want for Ethan. To look back and remember a magical place filled with warm fuzzies.
We went to the park yesterday. Oh what a difference a few days make. Now that he can walk, he has a whole new lease on life (and the park). He just walked around and around, holding mama's hand (some of the time) and exploring every inch of that green paradise. He examined sticks. He inspected blades of grass. He splashed in rain puddles. He tried (to mama's chagrin) to make friends with the ants. On two separate occasions we had incidences with rocks (let's just say a trip to the E.R. was barely averted...TWICE). He met a little girl who caught his eye and was quite smitten until I reminded him that 5 months is WAY too young for him. What did they have in common? He is a walker, she cannot even crawl yet. He knows at least 4 words. She can only babble. After much persuading, he agreed and we made our way to the other end of the park. No need for unnecessary distractions. There was a lot of park to cover and precious little time. All in all, the park was such a new experience for him(and me).We laughed. We cried. We had about 20 Uh-Oh's. Got 4 scratches. And 1 big Ow-ee that resulted in a bruise on his cheek. Man, it is amazing how much they change once walking is introduced into the equation. It is like a little light bulb goes off and they realize "hey! there is a whole world out there...get me outta this house...let's go go go. . .who has time for naps?!?"
I am excited for the day. We have a little shopping to do. We have a little laundry to do. And maybe we will have a picnic for lunch. As long as that little Lolita stays on her side of the park. . .
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