May 6, 2001 - Sunday
Today was just about the perfect spring day. It was sunny and warm, but not too hot, and maybe just a hit of a breeze. We all spent much of the outside working on the lawn and garden, except Harry who was happily running around the yard picking up "stickies" and pointing out "wow-wahs," or flowers. But then the a strange, but delightful thing happened. Harry stopped running around the yard and wanted to be picked up. Really what he wanted, though, was to interact with his parents and I was the closest one.

I've heard that kids don't really start playing WITH each other, as opposed to beside each other, until about two years of age. However, I've got to believe that Harry was playing with me today. I picked him up, then put him down and rolled on the ground. Then, he started climbing all over me. He's done that before inside, pointing out my or his mother's belly button as we lie on the floor, but somehow this felt different. Maybe it's just because we were outside in the larger area of the lawn with so many other things going on- planes flying overhead, birds, squirrels, dogs in the distance - but this oddly felt more intimate and more focused.

Before Harry's Grampa and Judy left for the airport, Judy gave us this little plastic golf set. She had meant to give it to us earlier, but somehow it slipped her mind until Harry was napping. So, she didn't get to see him in action, but Harry took to it right away, except he kept calling it hockey..


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