He has had a rather full social calendar these last few weeks, please forgive any chronological errors as I relate them, my memory isn't in top shape.
Eating avocado, the Bean way
Some friends of ours, an unruly mob of Goths in fact, have recently moved to our lovely suburb of Grafton, and so we headed to the local park for a picnic to celebrate the bolstering of the Grafton Massive.
Bean loves romping about in the grass, shoving as much of it in his mouth before one of his killjoy folks comes to fish it out, so parks delight him. Picnics become a tad problematic with his newfound mobility as he does his level best to get up in our oily sun-dried tomatoes and hummus. In their pure form I don't think there's any reason he couldn't eat stuff like that, but considering all the crap that's no doubt been added to it I think its best kept away from his developing system. No problem with it destroying my own, though.
We also attended the Auckland Lantern Festival, as we do most years, to celebrate the Chinese New Year. Much like the Diwali festival, the event attracts a staggering amount of punters. It's great to see the city embracing cultural events, but the sheer numbers can get a little intimidating, especially when trying to navigate with a stroller.
Finding friends for Bean to hang out with hasn't been easy, since both Mama and I are significantly younger than most of the parents we have encountered there aren't many in our circle who can provide defacto kinship for Hunter. Plus most people think we're a bit weird. Mama did manage to discover this rather nifty social network site Mums On Top, which has put her in contact with some other mothers that aren't from entirely different planets than our own.
The Auckland Museum also resides in the Domain so Mama took the opportunity to try a little osmosis-based learning on Hunter. The Museum currently has one of the largest, most well preserved dinosaur skeletons yet discovered on display, a T-Rex named Sue. The little guy was apparently very excited to meet the prehistoric husk, but who wouldn't be I guess.
Ever the popular location for these sunny seasons, The Domain later served as the green for the Justice for Palestine soccer tournament. We had intended on going along to support the event, and technically did I guess. However, when we arrived there was little action (half-time or something I guess) and the heat was just unbearably oppressive. After about 2 minutes of political solidarity we decided to hoof it for cooler climes.
The beginning of March marks the start of the University year and Mama is all signed up to continue her degree. For Hunter this means enrolment in a Daycare facility. Our initial research on such establishments turned up harrowing results. Not only were these tiny child-prisons sterile, impersonal, over-attended, and under-staffed, but they were also all booked out by crazy parents who had reserved spots before their kids were even womb-bound.
As fortune would have it, after much fruitless searching, we came across a place that both met our criteria perfectly and wasn't completely booked up for the next 12 years. Apparently the kind of anal-retentive parents that raise kids who become accountants or advertising executives don't like the notion of children having fun, their own space, or ability to express themselves - so there was still space for Hunter at Uptown Kids.
After getting through the paperwork Mama took me along to meet the absolutely lovely staff working there. They showed us around the place, explaining their approach to childcare as we went, and by the end of it I was kind of jealous that I couldn't stay there. Once we get Hunter used to being apart from his Mama (which they do over a series of transition appointments) I'm sure he will adore that place.
I grow bored with typing now, go live your lives.