Monday, October 30, 2006

We took a little vacation this weekend to Minneapolis and had a great time seeing friends, eating out, and staying up late. If Edward could talk, he might complain of too much time strapped in--carseat, stroller, restaurant high chair. But we tried to work in some play time as well. It's hard to make plans when you don't know exactly when a certain someone is going to demand food or crash for a nap, but we did our best and our friends were very gracious in accommodating our best guesses at timing.

We weren't really in photo mode very much, though we thought we'd get one at the city's famous Spoonbridge and Cherry sculpture since we were very near it when we went to see the Heart of Darkness exhibit at the Walker Art Museum. But by the time we'd seen the exhibit it was very close to lunchtime and we thought we'd risk a public meltdown if we tried to fit in a sculpture stop. (By the way, if you click on the Spoonbridge link above you'll see a winter image, but our weekend was classic fall--we didn't even need our warm coats, just a fleece layer. Very lucky for the last weekend of October!) Edward was VERY patient with our museum trip. He was content in the stroller for almost an hour chewing on the strap and various other toys that were produced from the diaper bag. At lunch in a bustling marketplace with food, crafts and music, we found a kids play area so Edward took his first trip down a slide. Nothing says "Minneapolis vacation" like this nondescript shot of a Little Tikes slide, huh? Oh well...we were concentrating on friends and fun. It's all documented in our memories.

When we got home today around noon, the mercury was on its way up into the 60s, so after lunch we headed outside for work and play. Ed worked on his leg muscles, standing next to his saucer and bouncing up and down while John and I raked. Standing and bouncing can be exhausting, apparently. At one point I looked up from my leaf pile to see Ed leaning over resting his head on the edge of the saucer, so I picked him up and put him in the seat, where he happily played for another half hour or so, turning around to watch John make trips to the curb with piles of leaves. (A city truck will come by to vacuum them up tomorrow we hope.)

After watching our hard work, Ed thought maybe he should help. But then he got a little too ambitious for his own good. Maybe next fall...