On the 2nd, we went to "the big school" and watched our friend's daughter participate in her first Field Day. Sad to say, James had as much interest in watching Field Day as his mother did in participating years ago.
On the 3rd, we had a field trip to Kilby's Farm and over to the ice cream place. There really weren't too many photo opportunities on the trip. For some reason, the calves liked James. As he walked by each cage, they'd run up and nuzzle and try to get his fingers. He's like the "Bovine Whisperer". He can't be a cow whisperer. The only real new knowledge we walked away with that day was that cows have given birth. If you haven't given birth, you're a heifer. I personally like the sound of being a cow over a heifer. Anyway, the trip was quick, relatively painless and there was free ice cream for the children when all was said and done. Here's a shot of him with one of the calves and on the way back with one of his friends. They discovered the hump on the floor and just assumed that it was an extra seat and since there are no seatbelts obviously safety isn't a priority on the school bus. Grrr, I hate 3 year old logic.
The 3rd was a long day for us. The weather warmed up and we headed over to the park with some friends and grubbed for several hours. Seriously, we were there from about noon something to after 5. I really only have a few shots that I can share with the internet world because of one little thing:
MY SON WAS NEKKID IN PUBLIC.
There, I said it. The child was free as a breeze, more than once and I could not compose myself enough to put on "Angry Mom Face" and do something about it. I'll be honest, it was hilarious. The first time was slightly accidental. His friend stumbled in the water and when he tried to go in after him, he fell on his butt. I said "take your pants off, I have extras in the van" and next thing I know, he's down to an Orioles shirt and hat. Nothing else. I don't know how he does it so fast! Later on, after I had covered the child back up, we're sitting under the pavillion and two teenage girls walk thru and start laughing when they hit the bridge. Ok, that's a warning if you're ever gonna get one. Maggie asked "are they doing something" and they nodded with their hands over their mouths. I asked "are they naked" and they really started nodding. Sure enough, there's my son and his friend, under the bridge throwing rocks. Naked. I don't mind so much the getting naked part, it's the part where he starts peeing on everything. Honestly, he's worse than a dog in the woods.
On the 5th, we went to the Luau for Leukemia in Fair Hill. It was a great charity event, our friend's band was playing and we figured James would have a great time and it would give us a chance to remember the "adult" things we did before child. I realized afterwards that having a 3 year old is very much like being the designated driver. It's much the same theory, keep these people from getting hurt, embarassing themselves, others or both. In that category falls naked. Do not let these people get naked. We failed on that front, again. They had a sandbox set up for kids and apparently, James was able to strip down to his shirt and one sock in the amount of time it takes Daddy to untangle plastic leis. Being the ever supportive wife and mother that I am, I replied "good" and laughed when I heard about it. Anyway, James had a chance to try out our friend's drums. Yeah, we're smart like that and he was ever the white boy with his "moves" on the dance floor. Oh yeah, those moves, they made an encore at the preschool graduation. I'll share that in another post, probably Part 4.
Didn't I say May was busy?
