Friday Bub got to spend the evening with my dad while Tom and I enjoyed some one on one bonding time with Teebs. It seems so funny now to think of our lives when we were a 3 person family. An evening out with one child seems so effortless, when it was just a few months ago that one child was all we had and it seemed like our hands were more full than they were big and adding another child to that delicate balance was risky if not impossible. But look at us now, Rassette party of 4, and that delicate balance is not so delicate, but it is an art, and I think we are doing a pretty good job.
Saturday morning was slow.
We piddled around with breakfast. Toying with the idea that maybe there wasn't anything to do at all for the day.
Until finally I couldn't take the claminess of being inside any longer and grabbed some shoes for the feet that were going, which turned out to be all four of us, and we went on a walk.
Would you look at those three? The dynamics of our family change depending on which ones of us are grouped together. Mommy and Teebs. Teebs and Bub. Teebs and Daddy. Daddy and Bub. Mommy and Bub. Then the combinations of threes. And these three are amazing to watch.
I can't sell myself short, I do some pretty fun stuff. But when it comes to that impulsive, this idea is happening right now, kind of fun---that kind of fun is Tom's.
I'm the planner. The finder of the perfect day to go to the museum, the coordinator of the visit to the park we've never been to, the maker of bubbles for sitting on the porch together. But when it comes down to mommy made us go on a walk, now what? That is where Tom steps in.
Even running is fun if Daddy tells you to do it. He's just cool like that.
The older Bub gets the more he comfortable he is to branch out on his own.
and throw caution to the wind that he's running through.
And the older Bub gets the more comfortable he is ignoring my barks of warnings. A sharp and cautious "Don't throw that stick in the water!" simply means one shouldn't throw the stick in the water, but...something amazing could still happen if that warning was ignored. Bub heeds my warnings as merely an opinion, an envelope to push, but sometimes, when it's between throwing a stick in the water or not, I'm just a little bit glad he ignores me.
The world needs more stick throwers, after all. More people who are simply curious. More people who are just blown away by cause and effect and once they have a "what happens if" question, the world just is not right until they know the answer. What we learned is that nothing at all happens if you throw a stick in a little manmade stream at a park. But boy did Bub feel better after trying. What a relief it was for him to get that question off his chest and move onward to the many, many questions he's still waiting to try.
The rest of the weekend we made cookies, breezed in and out of the house for eating and errands. And didn't do much more than really just enjoy each other. The four of us. It was a calming weekend, but a bright weekend. Sometimes the calm is just an illusion before the storm, and sometimes the calm is a soothing reminder that the horizon is ahead of us and there could be anything there waiting. We are going with the latter, and enjoying every bit of calmness that we get.