The Wild and Scenic (yes, caps, it's a national designation, people) Loxahatchee River flows through a national park just a bit south of our house. The Boy has been asking to go on a boat ride every day for the last month -- sailboats line up around the bridge we have to go over twice a day; it never slips his mind -- so when the husband needed to go to the park this weekend anyway, we decided to make a day of it and make The Boy's wish come true. Nevermind it was going to be a staid pontoon boat and not a zippy little sailboat. He's two. A boat is a boat.
Of course, when he realized we actually were leaving the safety of shore, I think The Boy began to realize the wisdom of being careful what you wish for.
What do you mean there are gators in here?
The Lad, on the other hand, is a not-quite-five-month-old. He loves being in new places, especially if it's outdoors, and is young enough to be happy anywhere there's a boob.
In the end, a good day was had by all. We saw at least a dozen ospreys -- all of which the husband photographed and none of which were close enough for the pictures to come out. We picknicked in the park and bought ice cream sandwiches for dessert. I changed two butts -- one pooey -- in front of God and everybody. The Lad nursed twice without my flashing anyone. Both boys napped on the way home. You really can't ask for a better day.