Alex got out of work early (5pm), so we got an early start
and headed out to New Paltz. Even so, poor Mr. Bear had tummy problems and
almost barfed. So we ended up making a pit stop at a pool table shop in Jersey.
The two shopkeepers must have been confused that we just ended up using their
potty and then leaving.
At the new pad, Mr. Bear donned his chef outfit and started
piling all his tools into his apron pockets. We had to be careful he wasn’t
putting our phones and car keys in there too.
We took a short hike at a trailhead only a 5 minute drive
from the house. We didn’t go too far with the Bear insisting on wearing Daddy’s
sunglasses (not on his head but tucked into his shirt). Then the Bear started hunting
down sticks and then practicing writing. Apparently, Daddy has the Bear
practice during bath time, and the Bear writes a letter or number on Daddy’s
back as Daddy guesses. I am guessing that this is quite a good excuse for Daddy
to get a back scratch.
After grilled cheese for lunch and a nap, we went on another
short hike on the Rail Trail. A hiker we passed told us that there was poison
ivy next to the trail, so I proceeded to describe it to the Bear. “You know
what happens when you touch poison ivy?” Mr. Bear: “No, what happens?” Me: “Well,
it gets very itchy and scratch and then bloody and hurts a lot.” Mr. Bear: “Oh…”
And later Mr. Bear spent the rest of the hike worried about Alex and I touching
the poison ivy. “Is that poison ivy?” and “Watch out! Poison Ivy!”
We also found a great organic supermarket not too far from
the house. So for dinner – grilled cheese (for Mr. B of course) and mushroom
sandwiches.
