Have I mentioned how much I love spring?
Our bike ride to the park was just lovely, and Aidan had a blast riding in his little cart. He giggled for the first block and a half, and the little tuft of hair on top of his head flew up in the wind like a bad toupee. (I have it on good authority that eventually his hair will fill in and he'll have a beautiful, thick head of hair like his daddy, especially given that his daddy had no hair until he was nearly three.) The combination of the two cracked me up nearly enough to lose my balance, but I'm proud to say that I kept it together. I am ridiculously excited at the prospect of being able to do that as much as we want over the next several months. Oh, and to top it off, Aidan's no longer afraid of the swings at the park. Luckily, that was just a little phase in the midst of the life of a young swing lover! He played with children and puppies, and all was right with the world.
Our grill, may it rest in peace, died last year. It lived a full life, grilling all types of meats, veggies and other food experiments over the last seven years or so, so don't mourn. The grill's in a better place now; it's just us who miss it. Fickle as we are, we replaced it last weekend and have already moved our affections to the new addition. Happy, happy grillers are we! Tonight, balsamic beef kabobs! It'll be a festival of grilling and chasing around a little man who's intent upon climbing onto the porches and into the Adirondack chairs of our neighbors; luckily, said neighbors find this endearing. (Hooray for neighbors!) He scurries away, with furtive over-the-shoulder glances to see whether we're on to him. Oh, sneaky, sneaky little man!