Growing up as the granddaughter of a retired lobsterman meant having lobsters a lot more often than other children might. The fishermen would come up from their boats straight to my Grampa's house with a bucket of lobsters. We'd have lobster races on this very floor every time we had lobsters. Though they don't really move too much.
So when we had lobster last week, it was so fun to see Nolan's reaction to it. It took a little encouragement to get him to touch the lobster.
First he started with the antenna, then held Gramma's hand while she touched the lobster.
Then he touched it himself (I'm so proud!)
Then we took them all out before we cooked them.
Nolan learning how the lobsters swim (by using their tails) and getting a good view of their legs and claws.
And while he wasn't too interested in the meat of the lobster he loved crunching on the shells. We gave him a tail flipper to suck on and he did for a while. He took a single bite of lobster and we all cheered. No sense in forcing the kid to eat my yummy dinner, right?
A week ago my mom informed me she'd be heading to my Grampa's house in Scituate MA for a week. It wasn't a lot of notice but we were free. So we headed up to see her.
There was a LOT of work to do in the house to get it ready to sell (so sad) but she got lots done.
And there was even time to play at the beach.
Now, this beach is special for so many reasons, where my mom learned how to swim as a child, the beach her family dog was named after, where I spent many beach trips in the summertime as a kid and the fact that the water is cold. Like real cold. Like 55 degrees or something.
So thank goodness this was as deep into the water Nolan went. Hypothermia can be troublesome to treat.
He had a great time. My mom got lots taken care of. It was nice to be back at the house again. If you know anyone who wants a house with Scitaute Harbor views, please contact me.
Yesterday we gave Nolan a special surprise. For background, he is completely obsessed with bikes and whenever we see one he tries to climb on it (even if it's a grown-up bike). He stops and watches other kids ride theirs at the playground and in the neighborhood.
This was a spur of the moment decision to give him one. I've been thinking about it for a while but didn't think Dave would be for it.
Then we found ourselves at Target on a stormy Sunday afternoon. We hadn't collected the obligatory/minimum $100 worth of items before we were ready to leave (what is it about that store???) and Nolan begged to go look at bikes. That's when it happened, I suggested it. Dave looked at the bikes for a long time. Then Dave picked this one (in a box) which makes me think Nolan didn't suspect a thing.
So here he is. We gave him his special surprise last night. I told him to thank Daddy for his bike and forgot to mention that he should thank me too. So Dave got an overwhelming number of thank yous last night. Today Nolan woke up asking to ride his bike. I suggested after 1.5 hours of learning to ride it that his legs needed a break. So we played for a bit and then went back for another 30 minutes or so. He's getting the hang of it.
A few days ago I came around the corner to find Nolan 'reading' a book to Monkey. He was sitting on the bed and I could hear him saying "monkey, sit on my lap, I read you story". Oh my goodness. I didn't run to get the camera, I stayed and watched, heart melting. Once I was discovered I ran to get my camera and tried to convince him to read to Monkey again. This was as close as I got.