John found a stick and his pocket knife (Boy Scout remnant?) and whittled a poker while Ed finished his veggies. It was a nice long stick, keeping Ed from getting too close to the grill, but still required parental vigilance. I kept hearing the voice over to one of those Emergency reality shows: "In the split second it took to say Hello to a passing neighbor, the grill had turned over..." Ugh. Anyway, it was a success and the treat was enjoyed by all.
John was grilling a second set of marshmallows so I managed to both feed Daniel and snap this shot. After I'd set the camera down and turned back, this is what I saw: "More more!" (Note: these pictures were taken in immediate succession despite the pitch black back drop of the first. Guess the flash was overwhelming at such close range.)
The treats were the end of a fun-filled weekend. We started with a rare Friday evening adventure to the Children's Museum. John got home early and the kids were just waking up from naps. We wondered how to fill the hours until bedtime and decided on the museum. A quick call to Grandma and Grandpa revealed that they were also at loose ends (or, at least willing to skip whatever they had planned) so they met up with us for a bit of museum fun. Surprisingly, it was a perfect time to go. Hardly anyone else was there between about 5 and 6 p.m. It was great to have four adults there so we could let the kids explore in different directions. When I go by myself, it's always a challenge to keep up with them!
Daniel was very methodical in placing these cones. They were all stacked when he approached and he spent a long time picking them up one by one and placing them in a row--much longer than I would have credited his attention span!
It is difficult to let him climb up this tall slide on his own, but he really can do it and the pure joy of the ride down is infectious.
We split up Saturday morning with John taking Ed for a haircut and the library and me taking Daniel on an errand and then to the park. (It was supposed to be the other way around, but he fell asleep in the car so we switched course.) It was fun to watch Daniel explore the familiar park on his own, rather than following Edward around an attempting to replicate all his physical feats. He got around just fine, but on his own terms. We spent about 10 minutes at one point playing "Mommy, sit here" as he moved from point to point and patted the place next to him for me to follow. The only command I ignored was when he flopped belly down on the concrete and patted the ground next to him. Simon says: no thanks.We met up back at home for lunch and while the boys were eating, I spotted a wooly worm climbing on the screen. We kept an eye on him until lunch was gone then got down to explore.
We have almost this exact shot of Edward two years ago (a lot less hair though!)
This picture mostly defies explanation, except to say that the bucket was some sort of helmet as the vehicle morphed between race car and fire truck.
Daniel still eats bubbles.
But he's so cute we'll keep him anyway.
And we'll close with an Edward story. Sunday morning I took out a blueberry coffee cake for a treat. Edward was intrigued by the notion of cake for breakfast, but I tried to explain so he wouldn't expect chocolate. I told him it was blueberry and cinnamon and that it was called coffee cake because people like to eat it with coffee. He considered for a moment."I will call it juice cake because I like to eat it with juice." Can't argue with pure logic.
