This week so far has been…trying. Suddenly my super-duper independent toddler has become super-duper demanding of my attention. As in, cry-for-mom-so-hard they’ll track her down at the gym demanding. Telling me to “it” next to him on the couch to read to him, literally shoving books in my face if I don’t move fast enough. Plus, we’re at a grand total of 2 hours for napping this week so far. I’m on edge. But at least I know it.
My immediate instinct for an interrupted nap that can’t be saved (thankyouverymuch, Plato) is to GET OUTSIDE. You haven’t showered today and it’s 7 hours until bedtime? There’s no other option. Thankfully today was rain-free.
Today we hit up our town’s market, for avocados, English strawberries, eggs and bread. (But the cheese is always tempting.)
We stopped for a coffee date, where I treated my guy to a baby-ccino that was met with disapproval.
We chased ducks, pigeons and squirrels.
We played in the sand pit.
We wandered amongst ruins.
And, somehow, I convinced him to have a seat in his stroller while I wandered about sniffing and snapping photos of flowers.
I spotted a peony and wanted to see if the smell took me back home to Indiana. It did! I wonder if its fragrance will eventually remind Walden of me (forcing him to take a whiff every time I spot one)?
Anyhow. We get the keys to our new place the day after tomorrow. I suspect we’ll have a couple more unsettled weeks ahead. So I’m thinking I should plan a reward for the arrival of July as a little motivator. Any suggestions?