That said, summer in Saskatoon is my favorite Season in a City EVER, and we have lived in a lot of cities. The winter has been so long, and I've waited so eagerly for fine weather, and it's HERE NOW. When my parents were here a week ago, we were like, I think that one tree down the street is starting to put out leaves? And now, boom.
Summer. And I don't want to miss a second of it. I didn't leave the house for weeks after Eleanor was born, except to go to the doctor and to buy larger bras. But we have been to the library and the park and the farmer's market, and the Children's Festival is this weekend, kicking off Festival Season.
I had a tiny bit of Baby-Maker's Remorse the other day when I realized that I'd thrown a wrench in my favorite season, that this summer wasn't going to be as breezy and hands-free as last summer. Babies are just ON YOUR BODY all the time, and always needing to be fed at unpredictable and inconvenient moments, and you can't just give them a cracker or a toy because they're babies.
Toddlers are very comfortable people to hang around with. Eleanor has never really been given to public meltdowns, and she's enthusiastic about everything. I'm realizing that I'm going to have to be mildly uncomfortable all summer if I want to have All The Fun, because there's always going to be a baby in my arms or in the stroller, sleeping but on the verge of waking up and SQUALLING. But I don't want to not stop to pick the dandelions because I'm anxious or tired or itching to get back to my nice, safe, homely house.
It would be such a waste of a summer.