Whatever we call it, the August Long Weekend is summer's midpoint, the day on which we look wistfully back at summer gone, and hopefully forward to more simple summer pleasures which, in my case, include more outdoor rambles, more al fresco meals overlooking our back yard, and more ice cream consumed at the Boathouse by the lazy, ironically named Speed River.
I also need to spend August honouring the promise made in my last travel blog post: to do some real preparation for our September trip to Spain. Learn a bit of Spanish, read about Bilbao, Madrid and Granada, and some do training hikes in readiness for village to village walking in the Picos de Europa.
But regardless of how I spend the rest of the summer, it will be hard to top the pleasures of July when we had a wonderful visit with our Canadian family. My Toronto daughter Keri and her husband Ben frequently joined up with the folks from Saskatoon (Jenny, Patrick, 8 month old Erik, and Patrick's niece Lennea) who were with us for two sunny, fun-filled weeks.
Don't get me wrong -- it was fantastic to have the whole gang together. My adult children and their partners are fabulous company; 17-year old Lennea is a delight. They are all welcome to return at any time, and they don't even need to bring the baby. Honest.
But I would be lying if I didn't confess that during this recent visit, it was Erik who was the star of the show. At the risk of sounding like a gushing grandma, it really was enormous fun getting to know this little person. We were captivated by his repertoire of baby-behaviours.
Besides, he is completely, adorably cute.
Erik's adorableness also saved him from falling down the stairs, getting stuck under a chair, and scalding his little hands with a cup of hot coffee. He is so delightful that we just couldn't tear our eyes away. Look at him! What will he do next? Will he head for the little brown teddy (a "heritage" toy unearthed from the basement), or crawl over to Keri's handbag with all its zippers and clasps. (No contest. Erik loves anything with moving parts.) Bruce and I experienced one AAAAAAW moment after another as we played with him, feasting on his adorableness all the while directing his attention away from interesting wires, knobs and pointy corners.
Now it August, and they have all gone home. It grieved me to put away the brown teddy and other toys, and to return the borrowed high chair. Teaching myself Spanish for Travellers will not be nearly as much fun as showing Erik how to place the coloured rings on a Rock-a-Stack.
***It's OK. I will enjoy the last of the summer. But I need a new knitting project, another Erik-sized garment that I can work on while committing useful Spanish to memory. Gotta keep that baby-buzz going.