And it was wonderful....

Last Wednesday was Grandma Day. Grandma Day is where once a week my Grandma takes Christopher and they have a blast and spoil each other like only grandmothers and grandchildren can do.

When Grandma arrived to take Christopher, she wanted a chance to hold the baby. And it was windy outside, so I wanted to take Christopher to fly a kite. In the end, we compromised. Grandma parked herself in the most comfortable seat in my house and snuggled a warm, happy, sleepy baby, while I took Christopher and the dog to the nearest park to fly the kite. Bryan got to stay home and look for a job. Poor guy!

So Christopher and I get to the park and I realize that while I remembered the dog's collar and harness, I forgot the leash. Oh well, he's a good dog and he stays close, so we hop out anyway. We set up the kite, and that's when I realize that I forgot my camera. I even forgot my phone. Here I am, without technology to capture this great picture of my kid exuding happiness as his kite soars over the field and his dog runs circles around him. It's one of those things I think I shall remember forever when there is a windy day bursting over a grassy field.

But the simple perfection is short-lived: it's a cheap kite, and it snaps. While I'm trying to get it together again, Christopher grabs the dog by the harness and off they go! He tries to get the dog to join him on the play equipment, but Onyx isn't a fan of the idea. So Onyx winds up running around the park while Christopher plays. In the end I surrender to the fact that this kite's not going to fly properly ever again and I suggest to Christopher that we run around with the dog for a minute. He agrees to the idea, so we do. That was a short sprint though; Christopher was soon overcome with a desire to play on the slides again. And while he previously succeded in getting the dog on the equipment and down the slide only once before, he's determined to do it again. So this time I help him.

We all get up and go down one slide. Onyx was a fair sport about it, but made it known that this was NOT his favorite way to play. So I stopped making him come up and he wandered around the base while Christopher and I went down the slides a few more times. Then I called that it was time to go home. "NO, not yet! One more slide!" For the last slide, we all three went down the big tunnel tube together. Onyx hated it. I hated his claws. And Christopher loved the whole thing!

Aside from the awesomeness of watching my son fly a kite and being so happy, something really wonderful happened. Back in the summer of 2006 I was in a serious car accident, and it messed up my neck and back really badly. I've never been able to be very active since then. And something I always missed, especially at parks, was cartwheels. But lately, thanks to a great physical therapist, I've been doing absolutely fantastic, and I can do many things that I haven't done in years. So we're out in the grass, and I think, "Oh, I want to do a cartwheel!" And for the first time in 3 years, I did a cartwheel. And it was wonderful.