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I wish I could take them all home with me.
The fact is, I don't have any use for them, and while I'm sure I'm quite capable of inventing one (or at least squirreling them away for a rainy day), I don't think they were a particularly good price here (we were in a very touristy shop in Old Town San Diego). So my thrifty sensibilities were able to overcome what a friend of mine in college referred to as "magpie syndrome" ("ooh, shiny!).
Beautiful Mexican tiles are hard to resist, though.
How did we get to Old Town San Diego, you ask? We took the train! This little guy loved it.
His current default happy noise is "chugga chugga," and he literally says "choo-choo" in his sleep. I feel a little guilty that it took us this long to take him on an actual train ride.
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| Can you tell I was struggling with the white balance in the fluorescent light? He's a different color in each shot! |
His daddy was goofing around with him on our walk, and told him to grab his ears. (I think he was trying to help him make a funny face?) Pippo obliged, and continued to hold his ears for the whole trip down to the beach -- a good fifteen or twenty minutes!
I'm sorry to mention the beach. I know that it's bitterly cold in other parts of the country right now. (Hi, Mom!) All I can say is that we have a spare room, so you should come visit.
And it's not like we went swimming or anything, though we did put our feet in the (cold!) water. Pippo tried his best to put all of himself in, but we did our best to thwart him.
(And we won.)
While we were playing, a woman called over to us, "Savor these moments -- they grow up so fast!"
Does it make me a bad person that it always grates me a little bit when people say things like this to me? I do understand the sentiment, but for one thing, her daughter looked to be about six years old, which makes me question her nostalgia a little.
For another, while I'm sure I will look back fondly on these days when my children are grown, I do hope to be enjoying those days as well. There are beauties and joys (as well as struggles) in every season of life, and I like to think I do my best to appreciate them.
We were running around, laughing and playing with our toddler on the beach, on a weekday in January, while taking pictures. What more does she want from us?
And now I've blogged about it. Consider the moment savored.
