herbivores

Finding ourselves on a fault line between baby and boy, Axel and I took this hot summer day to dig in the dirt and harvest perhaps his favorite garden find, carrots.

Although our entire stock measured less than a bag of grocery baby carrots, he was thrilled with every pull, every un-earthing, every bite.

Almost all of the carrots ended up in his belly, not without an examination, a puzzled look and an exclamation of "deeeeliciousssss".  It was worth all the watering, the hauling to the balcony and the wait.

Today we received a call that Axel had climbed to the top of the Montessori waiting list.  After talking with the teacher, she invited us for an interview tomorrow.  Needless to say, although I am pushing for a break, for him to make friends and to see what he is capable of, tonight I feel protective.  My little carrot eater may be on the brink of his own ideas, revelations, and life.  What would I do if he were to be my only child?  Whether he will be, right now he is, and in all of his milestones I try to remember to be thankful, smile excessively, and eat from the garden.

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