Saturday
The weather was nice this weekend, so we got a chance to get out with the kids and take them on their very first hike. It was just a short one in Rock Creek Park, but it was very nice. They both seemed to enjoy the walk and we were comfortable carrying them in their new Ergos (thanks MomMom & PopPop). Ian was bright eyed and curious throughout the entire walk, but Eleanor slept through most of it.
Sunday
After a stroll down to the Farmers' Market in town, we came back and were lounging around on Sunday afternoon. The kids were hanging out on a blanket in the living room, Meg was playing with them, and I was playing some guitar for them. Then, all of a sudden, Ian arched his back and gave a good push with one of his legs and Whammo! He rolled over on to his stomach! We were all there for it and Meg and I started cheering for him -- so much so that we scared him and he started to cry!Not to be out-done by her older brother, Eleanor also rolled over from her stomach to her back less than a half hour later.
This was momentous. It's a milestone that's marking the end of one era (e.g., leaving babies on the couches and changing them on the dinning room table) and the beginning of a new one (chasing babies).
I forget who pointed this out to me, but it certainly is ironic how parents do all kinds of things to encourage their children to achieve these developmental milestones and are excited when they happen, but then they realize that their world has just changed dramatically (almost as much as the child's) and things are gonna get a whole lot more... complicated now. But they/we can't help ourselves. It's instinctual.
Before we know it, these little devils will be crawling and walking and riding bikes and driving cars and going to proms and going to college and going on backpacking trips through Nepal.
It's weekends like these and knowing all these changes are coming that make it so hard for me to go into the office on Monday mornings.
