Yesterday morning I had a rare burst of energy and really felt like I should go on a morning lake walk, except it would mean interrupting Alex’s nap schedule. But Alan encouraged me to do it anyway. And I’m glad I did. It was a summery kinda morning I felt was indicative of what the rest of summer could be like. A morning walk – not yet too hot, and it wasn’t rushed. We saw boats and goslings (!) and I took a detour to check out the playground and get in the swing. I’ve almost never made it around Lake Harriet without him having a meltdown (when it’s just me; when I’m walking and talking with another person, he’s calm). Before, in the winter, there wasn’t much I could do with that. But this time I found a little bench to set up camp and I changed him on the ground and nursed him from the bench. And he finally conked out. I have a feeling I’ll have a newfound appreciation for summer now that I have a kid. I’m excited to just take my time and go with the flow and watch Alex have fun. He’s at just the right age for all this stuff too. I thought having a tiny baby through the cold dark winter was kinda brutal but this is a nice payoff.