Ninety degree weather and women in the seventh month of pregnancy do not mix. I feel like a sloth in this weather, moving slowly from one resting place to another. Glenn had to work today, so Oliver and I decided to have a Mommy/Son day at the beach. I considered packing my book in the beach bag, but quickly remembered these one on one days are numbered. I made it my mission to focus only on Oliver today as he will be sharing virtually every "Mommy" moment with another starting sometime in the next ten weeks. We packed up the car and said "later" to all the animals and headed to cooler weather.
As usual, Oliver had me laughing all day. His ability to make friends with strangers amazes me. Oliver is a bit more scared to approach kids because they often do not share his willingness to be fast friends. Oliver slowly built up the courage to show these girls his boat. You can see his smug expression as he proudly walked back to our towel. I think the girls liked his boat.
Walking the pier with Oliver also cracked me (and everyone walking by) up. Oliver's legs were shaking and he said "scary step" each time he walked over a crack in the boards. He was convinced (like many kids) that he would fall in. Somehow we made it back to the beach without slipping through the cracks.
Although I can't wait to meet my new baby, I am trying to appreciate this short time in my life while my son is still my one and only.