I've been in a funk. But it's amazing how a spot of nice weather lifts your spirit. Noah and I went to Onondaga Lake Park today. I brought his little bike, but he kept pleading, "No, Mama, please don't make me ride my bike!" So it stayed in the car trunk. Instead, Noah played at the Wegman's Playground...which was insane because every other parent in Syracuse had the same idea of bringing their kid to the park on the first nice day of the year. A sea of crazy kids swarming, running, hopping, and frantically riding their little Spiderman bikes with training wheels around. Two rather big kids, too big to be playing at the playground, trampled right over Noah as he was making his way to the slide. He was ok. So then I decided it would be a great idea for us to go for a walk by the lake...far from the maddening crowd. Noah has been a little sick latley, (Dr. Salawu says it's allergies), and because he hasn't been feeling well, he's been very clingy and reverting back to some silly babyish ways. For example, our little walk by the lake ended up as me toting Noah around..."Mama, I want up"... "Mama, my feet aren't working"..."Mama, I don't want to walk." And Noah is not a lazy boy. He is just trying to not grow up. He turned 3 on the 11th of this month. He knows he's a big boy. He just wants to be a baby again sometimes, I guess. Well, honest, I totally understand that! As crappy as I have felt lately, I would love to sit on my mom's lap and be rocked in the rocking chair. Noah did enjoy scattering driftwood and little broken shells into the water. And we noticed happily that the birds are back...along with plenty of goose poo everywhere. Watch your step out there!