He’s three and a half today. He’s successfully potty trained now, but he still takes a bottle and insists I sit with him. I tend to greet every maturity milestone with excitement and pride, rather than sadness, which is pretty unusual if my facebook feed is to be believed. I don’t sniff sniff when the baby weans, or loses a tooth. But I think this bottle is his last tie to babyhood. As he told me himself when resisting the potty, “When I grow UP I’m going to do it.” So, I’m not rushing it. He’ll grow up eventually. And doesn’t he look sweet?
Monday morning, Merja and I met up at the Court St station in Brooklyn for one last photography walk – shooting landscapes for the class we’re in together right now. It was a beautiful sunny day.
Outside St Ann Trinity church
We enjoyed a very large extended family dinner at L&B Spumoni Gardens.
And then off for a good night’s sleep!
**SCREECH* Let’s just stop this and zoom in here for a moment.
Merja and her family were kind enough to meet me on my own stomping grounds of Sheepshead Bay. We stopped at a little restaurant off Emmons for some sustenance.
Then we took a photo walk by Sheepshead Bay and across to the Manhattan Beach Park.
A mini-photographer and a very accustomed model
We said our goodbyes – with Merja and I planning to meet the following morning again – and went our separate ways after a lovely afternoon.
Jireh and I stopped for coffee on the way back and then headed to my mom’s… where my ever-vigilant sister had locked all the doors. We hung out and rested for a bit and then I went to meet them and retrieve a set of keys.
stay tuned for the photos of our evening with family.