A weird thing happened a few days ago: we had no plans for a whole Saturday. None. It was the perfect opportunity to go on a little family field trip to see some wildflowers.
We hiked up and down and all around "Wildflower Hill." Noah impressed me by walking most of the trail on his own. There were sticks to carry around and big rocks to sit on, so he was a happy camper.
This part was a little scary: After a while, I carried Noah in the Ergo, and he asked for a drink (Dink. Watta?) He's been practicing drinking out of his sports-top Klean Kanteen, and while he's getting better at it, he does still usually end up being at least a little wet. Miraculously, we both stayed dry this time.
And just because this is Southern California, we got stuck in traffic on our way home (which made us take a detour, which made us pass Ikea, which made us go into Ikea and buy a new shelf for the kitchen, which is really not a bad thing to have to show for getting stuck in traffic).
* Luma = Noah's version of Blume = German word for flower