If you follow my Instagram stories you know that Jack and I took a little vacation with my mama and sissy in law to the Sonora area here in California. We stayed in a quiet little cottage not too far from civilization, but far enough to enjoy a babbling brook, trees, wildflowers, wildlife, sweet summer rain, warm sunshine, and deep clean breaths.
The trip was planned as a girls trip until I insisted on bringing Jack along for the adventure. I crave meaningful beautiful moments with him as much as possible, and couldn’t bear to miss an opportunity to watch him frolicking in the mother lode.
For the most part, Jack was an angel, playful, friendly, riding in the car quietly examining the scenery as it passed him by.
But he was also quick to whine, cry, or throw a fit when I didn’t indulge his every urge and whim. However, I enjoyed teaching him how to pay attention to his surroundings and to appreciate the bounty of spring.
I had a few moments to myself, usually in the morning while Jack and his Grammy and Auntie were sleeping was I able to sneak out for photo ops.
Our first morning I snuck out and sat quietly on the porch with my camera and a cup of tea awaiting the arrival of some early morning wildlife. I didn’t have to wait too long before two deer approached and I was able to fire off some shots of them with my camera.
I also had a lovely birthday celebration which included an unsolicited “I love you Mama” from my child and a trip with my sissy to the Black Oak Casino, where I ate the best french dip and fries, drank a delicious beer, and doubled my money on the slot machines.
But after a couple of days of following Jack as he Mr. Magoo’d his way through the woods, I was tired and ready to head home.
We left yesterday morning in the rain my sissy did the driving because quite frankly she’s the best driver in the family. Plus she knows the area well enough to navigate us home through some amazing looking back road country.
Jack and I pointed excitedly to all the horses and cows along the way. Thankfully, Jack held it together with only one stop to pee and eat.
My heart is lighter upon returning home and I feel a little more grounded and closer connected to the earth than I’ve felt in a long time.
A large part of me so desires our own cabin in the woods, with a babbling brook and a pasture blooming with wildflowers and a black pony for Jack. A smaller part of me loves the smell of rain and Chinese food mixing on hot city pavement. But I don’t think I’ll be vacationing to a major metropolitan area anytime soon. I definitely plan to return to this cabin with my hubby for a romantic adult getaway, but I wouldn’t mind doing the family thing with Jack either. We had such a great time and I am so grateful to have shared this experience with my young son.
Two Young Deer
I See You.
Come On Mama, Lets Go!
Let The Wild Rumpus Start!
Earth Below Me.
Sweet Little Face.
This Way Mama.
Going On A Bear Hunt.
Digging In The Dirt.
Flinging The Dirt.
Soft and Green.
We Knocked, But No One Was Home.
A Home Away From Home.
As is sit here on the couch with my three-year-old boy, watching Disneys Cars for the 900th time, I am reminded that there is an entire Cars Land at Disney’s California Adventure park. You might be thinking “so what I’ve been there” but let me remind you that Disney is a privilege, not a right. Such a luxury has yet to be afforded by me or gifted to me.
I am a married mother of one going on 29 years of age and a California resident for a decade now, yet I have never been to Disney. I can recall countless childhood friends, and classmates being whisked away on magical Disney vacations, returning from break with autograph books filled up, as well as other treasures.
As an adult, social media still bombards me with images of happy friends and acquaintances flocking to Disney to wrap their arms around their favorite characters. So I scroll on in jealousy while a familiar voice inside my brain proclaims with complete certainty “someday.”
Someday Jeremy, Jack and I will make an epic pilgrimage to Disney, and it will be glorious. Hopefully, by the time we get there, Jack will still care about Cars Land. Until then, I will continue to scroll on in jealousy as you all make your annual treks to the happiest place on earth this summer. But while you are there try to remember the envious children (and adults) who have never had the pleasure. Teach your children to be grateful for the experience, and gracious when sharing the experience with others.
This past week Jack’s diet was more like that of a toddler. More cups, less bottles. Lot’s of self feeding, and table food. Cheerios. Are. Everywhere. I sweep the floor countless times a day.
Jack has been fairly easy to get to nap during the day, but very difficult to put to bed at night. When he does fall asleep in his crib, it’s only for the first part of the night. When I go to bed, he wakes up yelling for me. Literally, the minute I shut my eyes, and start to drift off, he loses his shit. So I get up and go and get him, and bring him to bed with me. Then when Dadda comes to bed, Jack wakes up. At this point Jack is no longer get comfy in our bed, and he won’t get comfy in his bed, so I take him to the couch, where he sleeps on me. When he can no longer get comfy on me, (usually just before dawn) he will let me put him down to sleep in his crib. Then he wakes up a little while later. sometimes he plays in his bed quietly until I come in to get him up. Then it’s “Hi!” with a wave of his little hand, and a new day has begun.
Jack plays with his toys very cheerfully by himself. He loves to make noise, and bang on things. He loves books, and being read to. He’s been jabbering up a storm, and has started getting his little kid voice. He crawls across the room, and down the hall in no time flat. He stands up by himself as often as he gets the chance, and is getting better at free standing too.
Jacks first official play date is coming up this week. It’s with a former NICU roommate. A baby girl who just turned a year old too. It will be so good to catch up with her parents and watch the babies interact. ❤
Saying “Hi!” to the puppy.
Listening to the wind chimes, up in the cherry tree.
We’re both unable to completely open our eyes in direct sunlight. #californiavampires