Fast forward a few hours, and Little J gets his hands on an open box of "Hot Tamales," the cinnamon candy. About the same time I realize what he is holding, I also realize he has about six (6!!) pieces in his mouth. You could tell the exact moment the cinnamon-hotness hit his tongue. His eyes widened with shock, and he leaned over, as if to spit it out .... the red-pink chewed up candy -- directly on to our white carpet. Thankfully, he did actually listen when I said "not on the floor, in to the sink." I was surprised though that after spitting it out, he came back and wanted "more candy, Mommy."
Our little family set out for a little adventure this afternoon. Unlike most of our adventure days, we had a long list of stuff to do at home before we could even consider leaving -- and so it was after two-thirty before we hit the road.
About two hours later we ended up at Minnehaha Wildlife Refuge, where Big J is scheduled to embark on his first water fowl hunting adventure later this month. Big J wanted to drive around, get a lay of the land in the daylight, and not at 5 am the day of the hunt.
We drove up and down, around and around -- largely on dirt roads. While I wasn't the biggest fan of the bumpy dirt roads -- I am 31 1/2 weeks pregnant after all -- it was a beautiful fall day in western Indiana.
During our hour and a half or so checking out the wildlife area, we saw ducks, cows, horses, wild turkey and three deer. Little J was a great passenger and I think he enjoyed checking out the new scenery as much as we did.
A few times, we also had to go through some "questionable" areas on the dirt roads. Granted, I should just think " I have a big strong husband with me, no worries." But at the same time, I really don't want to get my front-wheel drive vehicle stuck in the mud on a somewhat out of the way dirt road with less than an hour or two of daylight left.
As we were leaving, I snapped this picture of my car:
Trust me, it doesn't look like that venturing the suburban wilds I travel each day.
I think Little J had a good time:
We ended up at Cracker Barrel for dinner -- a traveler's paradise. Despite the fact that we ordered Little J a perfectly kid-palatable dinner of chicken fingers and macaroni and cheese, he ate one biscuit with jelly, and six (yep, 6) packets of butter, followed by one-half of a chicken tender.
On the one hand, it probably wasn't the healthiest dinner. On the other though, he definitely got in some calories -- which is something I pay attention to as he grows up and up and up and doesn't gain a pound -- and Big J and I had relative peace in which to eat our own dinners -- and didn't leave feeling like we either had shoveled our own food in, in order to leave as soon as possible -- or that we had skipped eating our dinner entirely, with the same ultimate goal.
Little J fell asleep on the way home, and miraculously enough went to bed willingly and without complaint when we got home. All in all a good day -- maybe we should do these in the afternoon more often?
(c) lessons from cooper