The Dog Days of Summer are upon us, Reader, and are in fact winding down faster than I would like. Eleven days left and we’re on to September already, which is Fall, and then the season of Oh My God, Why Don’t I Move to Florida.
But before all that, we’re still holding on tightly to the days that we have, and not looking forward, nor backward. Just now. Focus on Now.
Well, I guess I lied because this post is about looking back a little bit. This past week – as my FB friendies know – we had one of our most precious visits from my family in Delaware, who brought me the sweetest baby to visit.
Our babe is now 1.5 years old, and he is the friendliest, smiliest baby we could have ever hoped to have in our family.
But he is also exhausting. Oh. My. Word. Reader. He plum tuckers this old auntie out.
One beautiful summer evening, we took BabyBinnie* to his very first amusement park, for kiddies. With a little guidance from his Grampa HandyDan, he was shown how to hang on tight and enjoy the ride.
A little bit of a life lesson in there for all of us.
In addition to tuckering his ol’ auntie out, the baby also tuckered the cats out. All that constant high-alert status, and the running away from baby grabs. They went into Hard Sleep Mode after we were a baby-free zone.
***Okay, in total disclosure, this post was started over the weekend, and it’s not funny or even a good pulled together bit about some nonsense in my world, although it has cute enough pictures. I had hoped to do a little rewriting of this to make it a story worthy of your two minutes. I didn’t. It’s not. But it’s too late now because you’re already at the end. Sometimes I just don’t have enough energy to muster to push my own wagon.***
*BabyBinnie is his baby nickname, I can’t not talk babytalk to him and about him because he’s a baby. The cutest baby in the whole entire universe. Ever. In the history of ever. Because I said so and now it’s here in writing.