(at the station during the walkabout)
(practicing sitting up. with blocks.)
How do I get back to taking photos of things that are not my baby? This is not a rhetorical question. Those of you that have been there and come out of it alive, advise?
The weather was beautiful this weekend. Saturday Henry and I had fun in Golden Hill & South Park; at the farmer's market, then playing in a little park, then watching the tour de fat bike parade go by (while feeling wistful that my best friend's marching band wasn't performing at it this year). That evening we walked to the Station and ate dinner, then cruised around the quarterly walkabout with some friends. Yesterday I pretty much battled getting the laundry folded all day. But we managed a trip to the park at the end of our street (H is just starting to enjoy it, swinging on our laps, putting his feet in the sand, and laying in the grass, looking up at the trees) and a pretty nice little dinner before the baby even went to bed. Notice his arms full of toys. Put three in front of him and he has the need to clutch them all tightly to his body. Hm.