Today 'Rad and I drove with Lolo and Lola to Indianapolis. It was his first trip there ever and my first since the half-marathon 2 years ago. There were so many moments today when I felt fortunate. Those moments have been rushing at me since moving back home. Moments like being able to drive around with my parents, just us (and the dude); having my parents witness Connor's daily cuteness, goofiness, and quirks; having lunch on a weekday with 'Rad a Dude and Mom; and being a grownup in the town of my childhood. That's right, I'm happy in my hometown with no hangups about the stigma of moving back. It's a good feeling to lose the stigma, whether it's the one I no longer hold or the opposite - of someone trying to escape.
Speaking of escapes, Connor has been trying to make a lot of them lately. Escaping out of my arms when I pick him up so we can move along in the store. Escaping out of his booster seat to a lumpy pile on the restaurant floor (a favorite. Note to self: 'Rad isn't booster seat material yet). Escaping out of his car seat or stroller by playing the part of the flat board and flailing around. I see the future and it's filled with a lot of chasing, exasperation, bang blowing, and probably some pit stains and lots of schmutzy shoulders and pockets. Today, though, in spite of the escapes, we still managed to have fun at the store.