We've been so busy lately, the camera is collecting dust! I'll have to remember to take it out and snap some new shots.
Since the weather has been warmer (and beautiful) around here, Jason & I have been towing Evan in the bike trailer. Moving to Peachtree City, we knew that the golfcart paths would be great for running & biking, and now they are really paying off. Just a block from our house, we can be on the paths and ride on up to 81 miles (I said "up to") of protected and mostly shady winding paths. It is awesome! Evan seems to enjoy it too. We always make sure to stop along our ride at one of the parks so he can get out and take a turn on the swings.
Talking about the bike rides leads me into a story.... Remember when you were a child and you thought your mom/dad could do no wrong? And then remember when you grew up and realized that this was a ridiculous idea? Most of us know by now that parents don't always exercise good judgement.
Example #1: Earlier this morning, Jason brought Evan upstairs to play and forgot to latch the baby gate at the top of the stairs. After a few minutes of playing, I turned around to find Evan on the OTHER side of the baby gate, facing down the flight of stairs. I don't think I've ever moved so quickly in my life! Thankfully, no harm done, except maybe taking a few years off my life.
Example #2: Stupidity happens in pairs?? To offset Jason's slip in judgement, I had a similar incident later in the afternoon. Evan and I went for a bike ride and on the way home we stopped at the park, where there are swings and a huge playground/fort play area. Not thinking, I walked Evan onto the elevated play area wearing my clipless bike shoes (absolutely no traction). As we were leaving, I slipped and fell while Evan was in my arms. The whole thing happened in slow motion-- no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop from falling. I took most of the fall, but Evan did bonk the back of his head, and boy did he wail. Calmly, I went into panic mode. I managed to settle Evan down, give him some water and then call Jason (who has EMT experience) to ask about the signs of a concussion. After I caught my breath and could think more rationally, I realized that kids fall on that playground more than 100x a day. And to reassure me, Evan acted completely normal for the rest of the evening. Whew! Way more excitement than I needed on a Tuesday!
I'm sure these incidences are the first of many more to come. Hopefully though, they will be caused by Evan's lack of judgement and not ours. After all, we are the "adults."