After Victory

From our visit to visit our Western NC Family last month. We had lots of fun as usual.

Ted and Aunt Deirdre on the playground:

We went gem mining – we dug through rocks and dirt to find interesting rocks.

And Aunt Jackie helped us identify them.

Ted is forty-two months old now. He’s entering his last few months of being an only child, and is embracing this time in our garden:

He and Kate planted lettuce and flowers a few weeks ago and we ate the harvest with supper tonight.

Ted also got to meet our friend Scott recently, who I went to school with and was visiting from up north. We showed Scott around the area, taking him to our town’s farmer’s market and sampling Five Guys (which isn’t local but is delicious!).

Forty-two month-old Ted still likes baseball. We went up the street a few nights ago to play some late-summer t-ball. He’s getting better. He catches, he runs the bases in the right order, and can almost tag out his pregnant mother. She’s fast.

Ted digs art and, when properly motivated, can be convinced to not just smear all the paint together in a UPS-like brown glob.

Ted’s art influence is no doubt being affected by his recent start of preschool. So far so good there. His teachers say he’s doing very well, and he tells us all sorts of stories about the fun he has there.

As a parent it’s totally weird though – suddenly he’s spending time (six hours a week) in this world we do not control, and hanging out with kids we’ve never met! I think he (and we) will be fine.