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"Ack. What is this warm, blue, dry substance coating the sky?" Thus the Portlanders emerge from their wintry hibernation. While the sudden emergence of sun is a bit of a cancer-shock to the skin system, it does tend to lessen the amount of mold growing in unwanted places, such as Young Old's diaper region. Three cheers for that.
Young Old touching grass for the first time up on Rocky Butte, an ancient volcanic formation overlooking the world as he knows it. He was transfixed in this position for almost an hour, just running his tiny digits through the cool, lush blades.
Bonanna getting in on some of that grass-petting action.
"Ummm...so what happened to the grass?"
"Yes, that's more like it. Less hugs, more grass, people."
Grandpa Alaska took Young Old to the local library, then introduced him to the wonders of coffee as a treat for being so good. Three weeks later, and we're still trying to bring him down from his caffeine high.
Recently, I began taking Young Old to "Book Babies," a regular story-time activity at the library where The Boy can interact with his peers, slobber on communal toys (hope that immune system is working out for you, bud), and read age-appropriate baby books..."Ahhh, Dad, but I don't want to read 'The Overcoat' one more time. How 'bout something with nonsensical rhyming and pictures of vacantly staring children?"
They swooped onto the toy pile like vultures impatiently awaiting their turn at the roadkill all-you-can-eat buffet.
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