My "baby" is three today--well yesterday, but we're mostly celebrating today. Yesterday we let him pick the beach to play on, and gave him his birthday coat, and his bday pressie from his grandparents. We've had it since September when they came up to visit.
Rob spotted the gray whale yesterday, but none of the rest of us managed to see it. I instead played the illusive game trying to get a good picture of a crow. For as many as I see of them, they are very hard to get a good clear detail picture of them--mostly cause of them all being black.
When we did get to the ivy beach (Jeremiah's choice) we quickly realized he wanted there because it has the best climbing toys. LOL
The problem in his parents eyes is that they were a bit slippery and wet, and dangerous. In Jeremiah's eyes they were the perfect toy. So we carefully supervised him climbing up each of the three monsters. Watching him like a hawk.
Rob went up one, and I even went up one just so he could get up them as safely and as carefully as possible. All the while Jeremiah is protesting "I can do it myself." If you could hear my tone in this story you would be laughing. He was sooooo determined.
It was the first time I'd gone up this particular piece of driftwood, and when we got to the top trust me I was dealing with vertigo it was a good 12 feet to the ground with nothing but slippery log to hold onto. Jeremiah found this awesome little hole to bury himself in, and show off his new bithday coat.
I believe if his parents hadn't been such ninny's he would have played there all day--that and it was FREEZING cold. And we had to wade across a creek to get to it, so our feet were wet. Jer's weren't he got carried (of course). LOL
So we dutifully hovered over the baby making sure he didn't hurt himself, took some cute pictures enjoyed the enhanced view, discussed why it was so scarey, etc. Normally I'm not a ninny like that, but it really was slippery.
Rob took that picture isn't it cute? If you look at the right hand corner you can see the edge of the sand. We were as I said up a good 12 feet off the ground. HIGH.
So after that picture I carefully walked Jeremiah back to the sand. And in my mind we were done. Rob helped him jump onto the sand the two feet to the ground at the base, and we were headed to look around at other (safer things)
I turned my back to the big log. We'd done our duty. In about 3.5 seconds flat Jeremiah was back up on the log and all the way up to his "hole" He was quite safe, didn't slip once, and did just fine.
Silly parents thinking that he was in danger.
Ahh well I taught my children to be independant, and I got a good view. He told us off in his own 3 year old way, and we're all good. *snicker*
I guess I should resign myself to NOT being the mother of a baby and move on huh? What a delightful family I have. And just for the heck of it last night I dreamed I adopted two more, and it felt so right.
I won't tell Rob. He'll wig out. I'll save it for an appropriate moment just to watch his face, its always amusing to scare the crap out of him.
Have a good day.
I'm gonna go stuff myself on a second Thanksgiving dinner!