This month included many days of playing outside, a few days of camping and Cowboy Tunes every single night. I came home the other day and you were sitting at the top of the stairs singing, "Home on the Range." I have a feeling that your Apocalypse Survival plan will eventually be, "Just stay home and enjoy my grass-fed beef."
Grandma and Grandpa took you camping for a few nights up to a campground called Rancho Oso. You came home with a new little stuffed horse, who you call Rancho Oso Pony. You liked to watch the horses that they had, and the big pig named Bob. I'm not sure if you knew why the rest of us thought the big pig named Bob was quite so funny, but we were all very amused.
We took Dad to the South Coast Botanic Garden. He was the only one who hadn't been there yet. We spent a few hours there, walking around the various gardens. We walked up to see the lake, but they had drained it to do maintenance, so that a bit disappointing. We'll have to go back in January, when they say they'll be done and the lake will be re-filled. For someone who grew up around natural lakes, it's very odd to think that you might empty a lake for a few months. Very odd.
We also discovered a new place to visit, the Point Vicente Interpretive Center. They have exhibits on all kinds of things--whales and dolphins, geology, Native American history, Spanish and Mexican American history. It's a neat museum. Hopefully, we'll be able to go back this winter when the whales are migrating and do some whale watching from shore. They also have a hiking trail, which would be fun to do when you're a little older.
One day this month, I got home from work after you were done with dinner. You were playing in the living room, but then came around the corner to where I had just walked in the door. You said, "Oh! I thought you were at work!" Which made Grandma laugh.
The big news this month is that we found a new house to buy. You are just a little bit younger than I was when we moved into Grandma and Grandpa Lam's house in Madison. I have a memory of someone driving a blue pick-up truck to help us move. I don't know if that's an accurate memory, but it's in my head. I wonder how much you'll remember of the past year. In some ways, you've been the luckiest one of us all. You probably won't remember how stressful this whole process has been, and you're too little to carry any boxes. You should probably be careful about that karma, though. My childhood was all spent in the same house, and then after college I moved 5 times in 4 years. And that doesn't count the number of times I helped other people move, which was many. Hopefully, we will not move again for a long time, partly because it's much harder when you're older and partly because it's a really nice house. It's well put-together, in a good school district. There is a dog park a few blocks south and a playground a few blocks north. It's a much quieter neighborhood, too. The only drawback might be that the sidewalk goes all the way down the block, which means when you're teasing us by running off, you'll be able to go that much farther. That's a problem I'm willing to have.
Love,
Mom
At Rancho Oso:
Bob the Pig:
The new house:
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