While we were visiting Portland in October, we went to the Sauvie Island Pumpkin Patch. After we got our pumpkins and spent some time playing on the hay bale climbing area, we posed for photos in the pumpkin cutouts.
Wesley’s face (and his HAIR) are so silly in both of them – it’s like baby Farrah Fawcett hair:
I appear to have a small child instead of a baby:
He’s basically potty trained (except for nighttime which we haven’t attempted yet) and can ride a balance bike, which he calls his Tiny Bike.
He finishes the ABC song by saying “next time no more sing with me.” He knows Mommy likes to watch Buffy, and Mommy and Daddy like “Soop-er-nat-chull” and Doctor Who. He has so many books memorized – two of his favorites are The Pigeon Wants A Puppy and Don’t Let The Pigeon Drive The Bus by Mo Willems. He loves Raffi’s Baby Beluga song and a bunch of stuff by The Decemberists, including Down By The Water and “the yellow bonnet song.”
He remembers one-off things you say for DAYS, POSSIBLY FOREVER. I once put some lotion and coconut oil on his butt to help his dry skin, and told him not to move or put his butt on anything before I put his diaper on because stuff (fuzz, hair) would stick to him. ONCE, I said this. And now every time I put the coconut oil on him, he starts whining, “I WANT TO PUT MY BUTT ON STUUUUFFFFFFFF!” and I have to tell him that he can, just as soon as I put his diaper and jammies on.
He’s the best.
3 Comments >We talked about running; now let’s talk cycling.
I work outside the home three days a week, and I ride my bike to and from work on those days. It’s not a very long ride, about 2.7 miles round trip – 3.1 if it’s a Wednesday and I’m taking Wesley to daycare before I head to work. I’ve been doing this for roughly six months now.
I can’t say that I love riding my bike to work (sort of neutral on it, actually, trending toward dislike because I show up to work all sweaty and horrible) or that I miss it on the days I’m at home (I don’t). I feel slightly virtuous thinking about having ridden nearly three miles a day on my bike all summer, but other than that, I haven’t seen any tangible benefits. I’ve gained five pounds since I started commuting by bike that I haven’t been able to do anything about.
I persist because it’s obnoxious to be the person stuck at home with a toddler and no car – household policy states that the caregiver of the toddler gets the car for the day. This system worked great in the summer, because we all (me, Daniel, my mother-in-law [who picks Wesley up from daycare on Tuesdays]) have bikeaboose couplers on our bikes and we all ride bikes everywhere and just leave the bikeaboose at daycare. However, now that it’s been snowing I have not been so keen to keep up my cycling habit. (And neither has my MIL!)
I am totally a fair-weather biker; active snowing doesn’t really bother me, it’s the unplowed roads and accumulated lumpy snow and hidden icy patches that does. Daniel rode his bike all winter last year and did fine (save for one spill), but I am not that brave. No more imaginary virtue for me until next summer when all the snow melts!
*title is from Hark, A Vagrant. In case you needed something else to get hooked on.
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