Parker Week 28 – Fun at the beach
July 21, 2009
mmm... sand...
A few weeks ago we had a family trip to Wallis Sands Beach. It was our first trip to the Ocean with the boys – Xander has been to beaches before, but never to the ocean. The whole day was tons of fun, and even without a nap Xander did great (except for that whole taking off without telling anyone, but that is for a different post).
Parker was of course a little young to be enjoying many beach activities, though he did get to dip his toes in the Atlantic. I was not surprised to discover that he simply stopped to watch the odd activity of the cool water washing over his legs, and his feet slowly sinking into the sand. No complaints, no giggles, just quiet contemplation.
With this warmer (and finally sunnier) weather we’ve discovered that Parker looooves to feel grass on his feet. Sand was pretty much the same way – he was fascinated by it! Shortly after we arrived, Zach was letting Parker check out the sand, and he had so much fun with it. It wasn’t long before the kid face planted into the sand – but without complaint – he would have happily rolled around in the sand for a lot longer if we hadn’t insisted that we needed to clean the stuff out of his eyes and mouth… (I also should note that I was still pulling sand out of his ears a week later…) At least he enjoyed himself, right?
It’s hard for me to believe that Parker is 6 months old today. I can still remember him kicking around in my belly, still remember the excitement I felt the night before he was born, that morning that Zach and I got up before the sun and drove to the hospital. I remember how nervous I felt, how the epidural gave me the shakes, and then holding my breath while the doctors gave Parker his first APGAR score. I can remember holding him for the first time, and snuggling with that little baby burrito for hours and hours. I remember a million more moments after that, but those moments don’t seem so long ago.
If Parker could talk (and form complete logical sentences, sit on his own, and type on a keyboard), I’m pretty sure he might say the following to his parents:
See the guy in the photo? He changes diapers – at least as many as I do. He gives babies baths. He feeds that sleeping kid a bottle every night when the baby wakes up. He sleeps next to that baby and soothes him back to sleep countless times every night. He reads bedtime stories – and uses voices! He packs diaper bags. He installs car seats. He pushes strollers. He tests crib mattresses. He puts cribs and beds together. He paints nurseries and toddler rooms. He makes dinner! He feeds kids dinner. He gives his kids food off of his own fork! He plays games. He helps to put puzzles together. He colors. He plays with play dough. He finds lost “guys”. He pushes bikes. He plays “basketball”. He pushes kids on swings. He carries babies. He kisses boo-boos. He wrestles. He holds you when you’re sick. He has nearly infinite amounts of patience. He has several episodes of Little Einsteins memorized. He has a whole page of iPhone apps dedicated to entertaining his son. He has been peed on, pooped on, vomited on, spit-up on, drooled on, sneezed on and cried on. He is immeasurably proud of his sons. I cannot imagine a better father for my sons. Whether they realize it or not, they hit the jackpot! Happy Father’s Day (a little belated) Sweetheart. I love you.
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