Cesar Chavez Park

Today was a rare perfect January day in Northern California. It was sunny, moderately warm and held just a hint of briskness, so we decided to take advantage of the weather and go to Cesar Chavez park in Berkeley. (It's located right off the bay and people fly kites, walk their dogs, bike ride, sail, picnic; pretty much any kind of outdoor activity you can imagine.)

The boys ran around and just thoroughly basked in the freedom of non-confinement. I taught M how to roll down a hill and soon both boys were rolling away and having a blast...albeit rather clumsily. B collected rocks and stored them in his pockets and both boys wielded sticks like swords. At one point M pretended his stick was a broom, placed it between his legs as though he were riding a horse and proudly announced that he was a witch.

The boys took turns leading us through tunnels and caves created by overgrown brush and tried to chase squirrels. The squirrel chasing was quickly called to a halt by Papa Bear who seemed concerned that they may actually catch up with one. I'm guessing that will never happen, but one never knows.

We walked, ran and rolled around for about two hours until M realized that he was thirsty and insisted that we go back to the car and get some water immediately. All of a sudden the boys seemed to deflate, and their seemingly boundless reserves of energy evaporated as they each demanded to be carried all the way back to the car.

All in all it was a glorious afternoon, and though the boys will probably have no memory of it, it is forever imprinted in my mind. Of course, it is also here for you to read.

What an Imagination

Several nights ago I was reading a book to the boys about a young boy who loves to read. This boy gets so involved in his stories that they come to life in his dreams and just everyday imagination. One of the books that the boy is reading is about a knight in armor riding a horse. Both boys were fascinated with this and kept asking questions and would continually turn back to this particular page in the book.

The next morning, M went to his playroom and got out his knight costume. He then came into the living room, climbed on his rocking horse and said, "Mommy! Look! I'm a knight and this is my horse; just like in the book." How cute is that!

Private Parts

Papa Bear was drying off after a shower today when B walked into our room. I had just gotten into the shower myself.

B pointed at P.B.'s "special place"and asked, "What's that? Is that your big penis?"

P.B. responded matter-of-factly, "Yes." He then pulled back the shower curtain with a big, smug smile on his face to make sure that I had heard our son's comment.

Here are my two cents. Most things seem "big" to a two year old:)

I apologize for sharing too much, but this was pretty funny.