Minigolf and Roseville

Today we took Lucas to play minigolf in Roseville. He wanted to do something special, and soon enough, we’re going to be cooped up inside a lot with the baby, so what the hay? It was a nice day, but colder and windier in Roseville than here in Fair Oaks. The spray off the water fountains was chilly! Lucas blasts through the golf course with a kind of frenetic mania. He only lost one ball, though. We tried to avoid the surly gang of teenage boys on the course, but somehow, they managed to bust through our game in that rude, I’m-exercising-my-limited-power-by-being-an-asshole kind of way. The arcade was icky to me, but fun for Ian and Lucas. I found myself thinking nasty thoughts about the other parents I saw there (shame on them for encouraging this type of play in this type of environment!), till I realized that I brought my kid to the arcade, too. Eew.

Ian’s right, there are a lot of tubby guys with goatees in Roseville. We saw quite a few at the arcade with their kids, and even more at the baby store. We’ve now aquired a hamper, a pad for changing diapers atop our bureau for in the middle of the night, a diaper pail, and a couple of other things. Alas, there are no “bed in a bag” sets of the lion and the little red bird. I can find lions, but they always come with elephants, giraffes, and zebras. Ian says that’s what I get for ordering off the menu again.

I’m so glad I have this mural to come home to! The project is allowing me to obsess over something other than the fact that we’re WAITING FOR BABY. Now I know why I waited until the very end of this pregnancy to start it.

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