The view from the far end of our world. Tracks in the sand. |
We learned about tracks in the sand, how to follow a dog by paw prints, spout holes in the sand where piss-clams reached for the surface. Rocks smooth as baby's bottoms and goose tracks that looked prehistoric.
I learned or relearned that kids under 6 have minds like sponges and are anxious to see everything.
The day started with drawing on huge "post-its" on the doors, a few rides on the carousel complete with capturing gold rings and riding with no hands. Toy stores and then hot-chocolate. Perfect behavior was a bonus but not needed or prompted. Never once.
We came home from our walk to "Shirley Temples" and hot pasta, squeezing fresh oranges and mixing with apple juice for desert, a violin lesson that actually worked out pretty well, some YouTube with young Suzuki school players and now something on Nick Jr. that is sending them (and me) to sleep.
I'm a pretty lucky guy.