neighborhood walk

Kyalo and I spend a lot of time meandering through our neighborhood (basically, the block).  Sometimes he'll be feeling energetic and will walk about a 4 block square.  It is never very fast because there's so much to look at - esp now that the flowers are out and blooming.

One afternoon he insisted on taking his bike out - picked it up and carried it to the door.  I can take a hint.

Everything is so pretty right now with the cherry blossom trees so full and such an explosion of color.  I have neighbors who have yards filled with tulips and other friendly flowers.  I'm inspired for my own gardens some day.

This has been a nice way to get to know the neighbors.  There's a family just a few doors down who have three kids under 7, and Kyalo LOVES hanging out there.  The two boys, 3 & 5, are all kinds of inspiration for trouble.  I've enjoyed chatting with the parents, and feeling just a little bit more like this place is home.

This particular day we got to the end of the block and a bit up the next one before Kyalo decided he was done with the bike, which - lucky me! - means I get to carry it (and sometimes him).  He was really enraptured watching the teeny tiny ants crawling along a wall.  He kept waving at them and saying, "hi."

future biologist or something

There are a few stories I meant to share in the 25 month post, but that was out of control long, so I'll share them here.

At every meal, and sometimes tea time, he insists we "pway, pway" and holds out his hands for us to hold hands as we pray.  Sometimes he'll do this multiple times a meal.  We'll never forget to pray over food in this house, that's for sure.

It is fun to see how his imagination is coming to life (reading to Zero, for one).  Every morning when he wakes up the first thing he asks for when I walk in is "Ah Baba" (papa). Every day I tell him, "school"  so he's finally learned that papa is at "goo".  Now he'll pick up a bag or something, walk out of the room and say, "Byyyyeee."  I say, "where are you going?"  He says, "Goo"  and then, "Wuv you".

I die a little bit every time.

Also lately he's taken to saying, "Bye. Wuv you" any time he goes to another room (or for his bath) or when I leave to go get laundry or something.  Somedays, he can really be a terror, but underneath it all he is really a sweet, loving little boy.

I hope he is always that way.