The morning started with Heath and his bean project. Basically it consisted of a bag of dried pinto beans, two plastic bowls, multiple measuring spoons of varied sizes, and a cup of water. He made soup. He made breakfast for Puppy. And surprisingly, he did not make a mess. (Totally prepared and okay with one if it had happened, but nope.)
After bean time, we loaded up the baby jogger and headed out for a steamy run. You would think that pushing one of those things becomes easier. I suppose it does, in terms of the getting accustomed and adjusted and "used-to-it" department. When I began the adventure of running with children, Heath was a mere 4 months old, and long and lean fella at that. Calling it a load was a stretch. But today, I felt very much like I was pushing 100 pounds. Not because I was particularly tired. As a matter of fact, for a Friday I was feeling quite rested. But it seems that both Heath and Stella have hit a growth spurt. Longer. Heavier. And very much, a load.
At some point while we were on Sharon Road we heard a little car horn toot coming up behind us. I turned to see who it was and was met with a wildly waving Papa. Heath said, Follow Papa!
So rather than turn to go back home, we took a different route. Papa left us in the dust, but we stopped at the Harris Y for a little playtime on a play structure beside the outdoor track. We lucked out and there was a brother-sister duo (9 and 7) who were more than willing to play with Heath. Heath jabbered on about seeing his Papa and his dad and dumpsters and Stella pulls hair and he's in preschool and will be in the 4's class after summertime break and he is Spider-Man and there was thunder and lightening the other night and it hit a tree on Whistlestop Road and...And on and on he went and the two very sweet and very patient siblings attentively listened to Heath, and also stared with bewilderment at the chatty preschooler.
After some hearty lunch was eaten, and some deep naps were taken, we headed off for our first of the summer visit to the neighborhood pool. I loaded the kiddies and towels and gear and snacks into the red wagon, and this time, pulled the same heavy load to a very crowded pool. Heath insisted on wearing his new Lightening McQueen life-vest in the wagon, but as soon as we got to the water, he wouldn't wear it.
There were many, many children hanging out at the pool. Heath introduced himself, Stella, and me to each person, and they all got the same spiel about his life and his day. One little guy dared to tell Heath that he was not Spider-Man. Heath said, Mmmm, I am Spider-Man, then looked at him with a there is nothing you can say to convince me, or yourself, otherwise stare.
It will be interesting to watch Stella's pool evolution this summer. It took her a while to warm up to the idea of getting into the little pool today. (I took her in the big pool when Mark arrived. She really wanted nothing to do with that.) But eventually, she found a squishy starfish to toss a few inches in front of her, take a few tentative steps to get it, then rush back to hold onto my legs.
Riverbanks Zoo and BFF guests tomorrow. Oh my...
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