There you are, giving us a nice face for a photo while you, your mom and I all had a tasty lunch at the Cheesecake Factory in the Natick Mall today. It was another humid, hot day today, and besides having to do some necessary chores, your mom and I were pretty content to take it easy and have a pretty low key day with you. Around 11:30am, we packed you up (which means we had what I call your GoBag, a backpack full of extra clothes, diapers, wipes, some toys, some bottles etc.), as well as your stroller, and went off on the short ride from Millis to Natick to get some lunch.
You were pretty distracted at lunch though; you had had a short hour nap before we left, which we hoped would get you into a more restaurant-friendly attitude, but it did not. You aren't very loud when were in public (which is nice!), but you definitely get antsy and agitated and wiggly when you don't want to be sitting at the table waiting for food. So thats what you did; you wiggled, trying your best to get out of the straps holding you into your high chair; you grabbed at anything within arms reach at the table, which would mean anything we didn't anticipate you finding interest in (again, its a pretty funny looking table setting when we go out to eat with you, having this little buffer zone around you and your "area", making sure nothing we don't want you to play with is within your reach, and cramming all of the plates and beverages and everything else at the other end of the table); you basically ignored the grilled cheese sandwich we got for you, occasionally finding some interest in french fries we gave you from our plates (you were disgusted by the piece of fried fish I tried to give you); you just had a distracted fidgety time at the restaurant, so after our food was at the table, we ate pretty quickly to bring you to the cool Kid Zone thing the Mall has on its 2nd floor.
The Kid Zone is super great for you; we've only been there twice, but each time it has been relatively busy, full of kids of all ages running, toddling, and crawling their way around a decent sized area full of neat things for you to discover. Its just so fun watching you kind of socialize; kids of all ages are mostly self centered and self serving, ignoring everyone else as they go about their own business, maybe interacting with another kid briefly because their paths somehow crossed on whatever mission their little brains are involved in. There is a wealth of soft red plastic balls littered all over the Kid Zone; usually, on your mission, you would have at least one ball in your possession, leaving it on a whim and then picking up another when you remember how important they are. At one point, little girl with a few red balls noticed you, so she walked over to you and observed you for a moment, before she reached out and gave you one of her red balls. You took it and looked at her for a second, and she walked off to continue whatever else it was she was doing; you watched her walk off for a moment, and then continued on with your own business, now with two red balls. Its just so funny and silly, these weird interactions between you and other kids.
I was just thinking about this journal, and if it was me receiving it from my dad, what kind of things would I want him to have written about. I'll have to continue on that thread in my next entry, but I definitely would like to turn this a bit more autobiographical I suppose, talking about myself a bit more instead of just outlining the days highlights. I do want to close this one with a rather important note.
Today, June 2nd 2018, is 8 years to the day that my youngest brother Brian died. Brian was a very special boy; he was born with a host of different disabilities, and was basically dependant on my mom and my family from his birth until he passed. He lived an amazing life; he was basically a pure soul, wearing his emotions as plainly and simply as possible, and his presence in my life for the 21 years he was in it affected and taught me so much about life and how live, and about happiness and contentment. I'll definitely write more about him in entries to come, but for now, rest in peace Brian, and goodnight Pete.
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