Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Dave and I recently made a change to our schedule. Instead of doing Date Night on Monday evenings, we now reserve every Monday, which is Dave's day off, for Family Day. My husband has been working to make our Mondays special and memorable for the whole family. And boy, did he hit a home run this week!
It was one of the most perfect days I can remember. An amazingly blue sky, great, airy white clouds, the sun sparking off of the water, a breeze to cut the sun's heat, and delicate pink blossoms filling the air--we just couldn't have asked for more beauty in a single afternoon. All three of us were delighted to be out of doors, soaking in the sunlight and fresh air. And Meg was fascinated by the great crowds of people all around her: walking, biking, pushing strollers, lying in the grass, taking pictures, buying Italian ices en masse, playing games and paddle boating.
One funny incident: Meg is really into balls these days. While we were in Virginia this weekend, she spent some quality time with one of those big rubber balls similar to what elementary schools use for kick ball games. She loved carrying it around, rolling it to Mama, picking it back up, and carrying it around some more.
Well, on one of our stroller stops near the Tulip Library/Paddle Boats side of the Basin, Meg was strolling contentedly about the grass when she spotted another little girl, probably about two years old, with a soccer ball. Immediately, Meg made a beeline for this girl. The other child saw her coming and snatched up her ball, shielding it from Meg with her body. Then she changed her mind, and, as Meg approached, graciously offered it to her new friend. Only, Meg wasn't interested in being friends. She just wanted that ball. And she didn't want to share it with its rightful owner. After several attempts at entreating her to play with the other little girl, during which Meg grew increasingly frustrated with Daddy, Daddy decided it was necessary to just give the ball back and remove his daughter from temptation. At this, Meg erupted into loud wails. And the other little girl, whose older brothers had, by this time, come up to claim the ball, stretched out her hand and gently brushed Meg's cheek, as if to say, "It's okay. I understand." Unfortunately Meg was not even slightly comforted by this gesture, but it was a very sweet moment, nonetheless.
Here are some more pictorial mementos of our glorious outing. Here's the view from our picnic spot:
Daddy and his girl:
Mommy and Baby:
The sweet smell of spring:
A stroll with Dada:
Posted by Cara at 12:30 PM