We had plans to head out of town with my folks and a bunch of their college friends this weekend, but my worsening cold kept us home. The weather has been incredible and we didn’t want to abandon all hopes of a special weekend, so we headed down to Golden Gardens for some beach time.
We must have been out there for four hours, just laying on a blanket, snacking a bit, watching the innumerable sailboats crisscrossing the Salish Sea against the backdrop of the razor tipped Olympic Mountains. River crawled around, more content than ever, as I sniffled and coughed and stared out of the mind fog of a true cold.
The beach was mostly populated by families with young children, which, of course, gave us the opportunity to eavesdrop. One particularly loud mother cut through the otherwise peaceful day and got us talking about discipline and public presence. She seemed generally bothered to find herself a parent on a beautiful day, threatening consequences to her sand-kicking daughter only to fail on the follow through. Her monologue got old and was hard to block out, but really, I couldn’t complain. Looking over at River, then at Elle and back at the scene, I knew we had it good. And without any remote claim to perfection, I knew our silent presence wasn’t bothering anyone. Here’s to the hope of continuing that trend.
P.S. River has a bunch of teeth coming in. He’s pulling himself to standing with greater ease and, like most babies around nine months of age, he is starting to realize he is a being independent of us….which is apparently a hard notion to reconcile.
P.P.S. if you haven’t been following my weekly posts over at the Toadlily blog, check out my latest post on the benefits and drawbacks of electronic submissions.