With Erica in Washington, DC on a work do, James and I drove down to Danville to check out Grandpa and Grandma's new pontoon boat(!) James was not entirely enamored with the boat. I'm sure he will be soon, but the combination of the irksome life jacket that kept his poor little head from looking down and the uncertain footing kept him on the crabby side.
We managed to get over to the Boat Club for a nice evening where everyone mooned over James. We rode to dinner in style across the lake in the aforementioned boat. I gotta say that my mom and dad have some sweet setup going on down there. The latest addition to their fleet is a golf car they use to drive up and down the hill to the lake. Mom kept calling it "Grandma's Car", clearly hoping that would strike a chord with James (I'm not sure what that makes the white Hyundai Elantra filling up the right half of the garage). James seemed to take to riding in the cart, which I'm completely sure is totally safe.
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| Post-life vest boondoggle |
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| "Grandma's" "Car" |
Mom and Dad were very kind to take James for the day while I went to the Public Library to wrestle some more with chapter 3 of my dissertation. It's one of those chapters that's mostly an in-depth treatment of a single book (Iris Marion Young's
Justice and the Politics of Difference, if you're curious), so the footnotes appear as an endless series of "Ibid"s. These days, James just wants to be outside all the time (making me all the more wish we lived someplace where we could be outside year round). He'll often just start whining "siiide" after his morning bottle of milk until we take him out so he can pick up and put down different sticks for as long as we'll allow him. He loved the back deck of my parents house because it's "outside", and I liked the fact that he's basically hemmed in up there and can't really go anywhere.
He also got in a good amount of sprinkler time. It's always amusing to watch him try to drink sprinkler water right out of the air.
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