“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” - TS Eliot
It would be quite the mental feat and terrific (if not boring) research effort to aggregate the times I’ve camped, swum, and eaten bananas in my lifetime. But for Anabel, it’s math I could understand when I was 30 months young: three. Anabel has camped once, swum once, and eaten one banana. Not the whole banana, mind you, but enough to consider it eaten.
Almost everything, almost everyday, is a first — some more memorable than others. I’m doing my best not to be the parent that brags to others (especially non-parents) about how Anabel grabbed a spatula with her right hand and transferred to her left hand. Though TS Eliot was likely not referring to living vicariously through your daughter, I’m taking liberties on his quote. Much of my exploration has indeed circled back to the beginning. Through her eyes, even the banana is an object of wonder.
We recently went camping with Anabel for the first time. We were invited on the Labor Day trip by Kate Dodt - our great friend that we traveled NZ with. Prepping for the overnight trip was akin to packing to climb the Grand Teton, trying to consider every detail and need. The weather report forecasted lows of 39, and I have no idea how a tiny, 12lb body handles 39 degree weather. So we threw in the bear suit, the panda suit, and enough layers to double her body weight.
But per usual for Anabel, she was a champ. She loved it in the mountains — as far as I can tell— and was certainly happy watching the sunset with mom.
We also took her recently for her first swim with her cousin, Esme. There isn’t much more to say than that, so enjoy these photos of tiny people in miniature swimwear.