Since Katie worked yesterday (Thursday) and is working tomorrow, I've had a lot of time with the boys before I leave for Skaneateles on Monday. Yesterday, I took Liam and Gavin in the double jogging stroller down to the Tomahawk Creek Trail with Monona. After heavy rains the day before, the trail was extremely muddy. If you ask Liam what we'll look for on our walks, he'll name several creatures: hawks, cardinals (recently spoken as 'cardinal birds'), owls, ducks, baby geese, chipmunks, and, lately, snakes, after a sighting along the creek. Liam has always loved walks and now enjoys them even more with all the things we can see along the trail. Gavin has quickly taken to them as well and just stares at the flora and fauna.
After our walk, I took the boys to the Farmstead, an Overland Park recreational area with walking paths and, well, farm animals. There are goats, rabbits, chickens, geese, ducks, goats, horses, a red-tailed hawk, an owl, a bald eagle, goats, bobcats, a single bison, goats, a solitary Texas longhorn, and goats. (There are a lot of goats. This is the very place where Liam had part of his pinky torn off by a goat. Perhaps the preponderance of goats at the Farmstead creates some sort of aggression: it's basically a goat farm with a playground and some other animals. Rest assured: Liam seems to have forgotten the trauma of the goat bite.)
Liam loves the Farmstead and gets excited for every single animal and plant and slide. He's getting adventurous on playgrounds and climbs around them heedless of whether a parent is with him or not. His height threshold for slides also seems to keep increasing.
After the Farmstead, we went to our grocery store, Hen House. By now, saying "grocery store" to Liam has become code for "doughnut." (Courtesy of third grandmother, Aunt Lynnie.)
After lunch and naps, I took Liam and Gavin to the pool at "the J," the Jewish Community Center. Both boys love the pool. Gavin will sit and stand in the water and experiment with the size of splashes his hands make. He is also completely fascinated (or perplexed, or both) by the ten-foot buckets that continuously fill up and dump water on unsuspecting swimmers. We think Gavin will be our water boy: he will kick and kick when you hold him out in the water and simply loves to be in water. Liam is becoming increasingly bold in the pool: he will venture into the water until it is up to his neck, and only then will he reach out and grab your hand. Yesterday, he was up to his shoulders, and jumped up, but pulled up his knees so he executed a completely submersed landing. He was under for about a second and a half before I pulled him up, yet he simply blew water off his mouth and continued swimming as if nothing had happened.
It was a fantastic day and I look forward to tomorrow.