Can I preface this by saying that I’m still way too busy to be here? Too busy to take the half an hour or so to jot all this down? So busy that I shouldn’t even consider taking the time to be here? But…. we also had a pretty awesome weekend and I just can’t let it go by undocumented. So. Here I am. Don’t tell anyone.
Our weekend started off with a whole lot of walking.
Let’s rewind back to Friday afternoon. I picked up the dumpling from school and he requested, rather forcefully, that we take a walk. Sure! That sounds fun! and I loaded him up into his wagon with his water and milk and off we went!
However, when we came upon our usual time to turn back (completing the circle around our development), he requested that we cross the street into the next development. Sure! A little extra exercise never killed anyone! and we crossed the street, talking about the traffic and some birds. I walked and walked, pulling him along (which, I have to say, dumpling + wagon is getting to be quite the heavy load nowadays). I walked several blocks down, with the intention of turning back, except that every time I tried, he adamantly insisted we continue.
Finally, I convinced him to at least turn down a street (rather than make a u-turn) and I sort of maneuvered him on a path that would take us closer to returning home.
All of my maneuvering went out the window though when he spotted the playground at the elementary school. He quite literally took off running, leaving me in the dust, and was three-quarters through the whole thing by the time I caught up. We spent probably half an hour there and I only got him to come home with me by doing the parent-patented all right, well have fun, I’m gonna start walking back, byeeeeeeeeee move. When he finally decided to come along with me, he wanted UP-UP-UP as he always does. I’ve been trying to work on this a bit because (1) he’s old enough now that I shouldn’t need to carry him everywhere and (2) he’s big enough now that it’s genuinely tiring to carry him, especially when I’m also pulling a wagon. So I would carry him a few houses, then put him down and convince him to walk for a house or so before we’d repeat the whole thing. Also, I should note that this whole process makes the walk ten times longer because we’re stopping every 30 feet. And we had already been out and on our feet for an hour and a half at this point. Suffice to say that I was VERY ready to get home.
So I gave in a bit and carried him further so that I could at least power walk some and get us in our own development instead of a mile away from home. So I’m hoofing it, preschooler on my hip, wagon trailing along behind me, cars whizzing past – probably wondering why on earth I am carrying my child when I have a clearly empty wagon behind me – when all of a sudden the dumpling leans towards me and gives me a big kiss on the cheek.
Just like that! Muah!
It was precious and made the whole walk completely worth it. I stopped and we spent a few minutes giving each other kisses on the cheeks (because he has to kiss both cheeks and then he also needs kisses and I was so delighted that I gave him several and he felt the need to reciprocate).
Anyway, we eventually made our way home and I fed him some dinner since it was now getting very close to his bedtime.
We also had a blast on Saturday at a Touch a Truck event near our home. I happened to spot it on Instagram as I was scrolling through (waiting for the dumpling to wake up from an impromptu car nap). So we went! And we saw firetrucks and ambulances and garbage trucks and police trucks and SWAT trucks and farm trucks and a school bus.
It was great fun, but of course there were lines everywhere. We did wait in the line for the fire truck, allowing the dumpling to sit in the back (he adorably wanted to take off his shoes, make himself comfortable). We skipped most other lines, just literally touching the outside of the trucks rather than sitting in them. The dumpling seemed happy enough with that.
And then on Sunday we visited a goat farm!
Our friends recently made a major life change and decided to give up their day jobs to start a goat dairy business. They sold their home in the city and purchased land (and a home) about a half hour southeast of Dallas. This is their first kidding season (aka birthing season), so that’s what prompted us to make the trip. (These are also the same friends that we had wanted to see for the birthday party last year, so it felt like a milestone of sorts, to actually be able to go.)
We got to play with the baby goats. They have ten right now, with four being born within the past three days and one more pregnant goat waiting to give birth in a couple of weeks. I fed a baby goat and helped the dumpling hold one. He thought it was ok, but mostly he was excited to run around on their farm and play with their little boy. We busted out the water table and they played on the tractor. So much fun!
We rounded out Sunday by playing on the neighbor’s trampoline and introducing the dumpling to Nerf guns. What a weekend!