Dear Reese,
It finally feels like spring. We spend the day outside, starting with a morning walk around the Point with your Aunt Jenn. Your planned morning nap gets cut short, and you get bored of the walk quickly despite my best efforts to get you back to sleep. Near the end, I take you out of the stroller and carry you the rest of the way home.
In the afternoon, we hang out at the cottage — on the deck (a microclimate of warmth), in the grass, on the swings. You explore the dirt-packed flower beds, and right after I praise you to MorMor for not putting any nature in your mouth, you decide you do like the taste of dirt after all. We offer you Ritz crackers instead, with no success.
We are all in different states of battling and recovering from a low-key cold today. I feel much better than yesterday, but MorMor gets hits in the early afternoon. You are snotty, but your appetite is back after waning for a couple of days. Our family energy is mixed. Luckily, the sun makes up for it. I even put sunscreen on you for the first time.
In the late afternoon, Cappi takes us on a ride on Sparky through the backwoods and Lori Lane. We go slow, and I hold you on my lap while you periodically reach for Cappi instead. I explain to you that he can’t hold you and drive, but you don’t understand yet. You would be in Cappi’s arms 24/7 if it were possible.
Today is also “May the Fourth,” aka Star Wars Day. I am only a casual fan, but Star Wars has kept popping up for me recently, so I’m going to watch A New Hope before bed. I’ll either get it out of my system or have to watch three to eleven movies. You never know with me.
Love,
Mama