And just like that, the kid can walk (well, sort of). I think I'm almost as ecstatic as he is; I guess his enthusiasm is catching. All it took was five hours of driving to and from and around Powell River to see my good friend from Montreal Jessica and her boys Maxim and Benjamin. Benjo just learned to walk. He's a month older than Sebastian. They were roaming around the Laughing Oyster, Jess's family's restaurant, and something must have clicked in Sebastian because that night when we got home he took about five steps. There had been one-step attempts the day or two before and of course months of cruising and the occasional stiff-legged stand alone in the middle of the room. He's got places to go, this son of mine. He wants to move bad.They say it's great for a kid's left and right brain to crawl for as long as possible. It helps them with things like math later in life. But what can you do.
In one week it will be his first birthday. I'm so so excited. He doesn't have any baby friends in Gibsons yet. There are some acquaintances and likely candidates but so far his best buddy is three year old Uma. So there will be no birthday party. Instead we're going to have a big family dinner for him. Mary and Bob (Alex's parents) have been slowly making their was across the country from Ottawa in their Subaru and will arrive tomorrow for ten or so days. They're staying at a B&B a block away. I expect to find my son kidnapped as of tomorrow. I am prepared for that and hope I can be as generous as possible to make up for their missed months.
We've been having a pretty mild, cloudy summer so far but the last week has been sunny. The garden is exploding: tomatoes are ripening, the seventeen-pound-squash vines are looking prehistoric and trailing across the yard, the carrots are actually growing (for once) and we've been having garden salad at least once a day for a long time now. Alex, Sebastian and I try to swim at the beach every night when one or the other has finished work. The tide is always high, we walk down to the dock and take turns jumping in. It's paradise, truly. There's nothing like a swim in the early evening as the sun is hitting the last of the beach and the mountains and the water is calm and warmed from the day. I'm in awe of this place even after twenty-odd years.
There's been a big black bear hanging around the place. He sauntered through the neighbour's yard last week and Alex just returned from a walk at dusk and ran into it two streets over. He (and others who have run into it) says it looked about seven feet tall which for a black bear is pretty damn big. The coyotes, oddly, are still hanging around as well. I've run into them a couple times and we often seem then outside the house or lurking around the neighbour's yard at night. It's not abnormal, but it's something you look out for in a condensed populated neighbourhood like Granthams. At my childhood home it's not as big of a concern despite the wilderness of it because there's plenty of space for everyone.There's been a big black bear hanging around out there as well. Maybe it's the same one, who knows. Apparently a couple years ago there was a bear in the house next door's kitchen. The owners are away for months at a time and somehow a bear got in and helped itself. Ridiculous.