The number of photos in my last post may have been obnoxious. I've actually really struggled with taking photos of Blake. When he was first born I took photos constantly, but he mostly just hung out there because he couldn't do anything else. As he got older and could do more I realized that the problem with taking a lot of photos is that you have to choose between taking photographs and having memories or actually participating in things and being a real part of those memories. I totally want photos, but I also don't want to experience everything from behind a camera lens. I've been trying to snap some photos for memories and then putting my camera down. This way I have them, but I'm still part of things. I don't want to be the mom who remembers everything ONLY by the photos I take, and I don't want Blake to remember me as the one hanging in the back taking photos. Hopefully I'm finding a good balance. So anyway, excuse the excessive number of Blake photos in the last post.
We went to the Reid Park Zoo and Blake had a blast. He got to feed the giraffe some carrots. We were acting like Blake was so excited to feed the giraffe when in reality, we were. That's how it is with most things. Our life has become a huge, "Yay this is all acceptable now that we have a kid!" I still think I'm 16.
We saw tons of animals Blake doesn't see at his zoo back home such as tigers, lions, and elephants. There was the cutest baby elephant! The zoo was super quiet because it was a Monday morning. When we left, a sweaty and tired Blake passed out. He also apparently doesn't fit in his car seat anymore.
Speaking of Blake passing out, he has been napping like a total champ since he's been in Arizona. That clearly means one thing--we need to go on vacation more. He has still never slept as well in his life as he did when we were in St. Maarten last year. Blake taking naps lasting more than an hour and a half are usually so rare that I find myself sitting there wondering what to do with all my free time. Why does this never happen when I'm home trying to get things done?!?
Totally unrelated but worth mentioning...the Babymoov Up & Go Booster. I still love it, I do, but you just have to make sure that your maniac kid doesn't push off the table and fall backwards. Not sure why I would know anything about that, but my maniac's chair has now been bungey-corded to the table.
In the afternoon yesterday Blake went to the neighbor's house and saw all their goats. They have about 22 goats and 10 of them are babies. They are THE CUTEST. I never knew baby goats were so cute. Blake loved them and ran around petting them. He even got to take some goat milk home to try. He had it with dinner and seemed to enjoy it. I didn't try it yet, simply because I don't like goat cheese and I'm associating it with that. I'm so open minded.
Keith is out golfing right now because Dan got a 6:30 AM tee time so that it wouldn't be a million degrees. I just went to Dunkin Donuts with Blake and it was already 92 degrees at 8AM. Also, Dunkin Donuts was a 30 minute round trip AND I went to the drive thru AND there was no one in front of me. I can walk to Dunkin faster at home. We live in such a different area. People around here are just not in a rush. I'm always in a rush, but I like it that way. I need a fast paced life. Blake just doesn't even know what time it is because he woke up before 6 again this morning. He was super cute and cuddly though so I think I can forgive him. Except that he's already napping now. Seriously, WHY does this never happen when I have things to do. Or a house to clean. Or I'm exhausted and just want to sit on my couch for 5 minutes or go to the bathroom without Blake sitting on my lap?! Now I'm sitting here wishing he was awake because I just want to play with him!
Look at the joy on their faces. Blake has been spoiled. Everywhere he drives he gets a friend next to him in the backseat. It has done wonders for our ability to strap Blake into his car seat without having to bribe him with puffs to get him to stop arching his back. When we get home we may have to tape a photo of Aunt Allison to the backseat. Better yet, maybe one of those foam cut outs of her head?
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