We are now home from our trip to Turlock, but if it were up to Silas, we'd take up residence under the palm tree at the Turlock splash pad. As you can see from the various states of delight on his face, he was a bit obsessed with this place. He started out a little timidly, but mustered up some courage and started following the lead of the older kids. He ran, crawled, splashed around, made friends, and threw a temper tantrum when it was time to leave. Can you blame him?
Silas is a car, truck, plane and helicopter expert, but he got to experience some other modes of transportation during our trip. He was given an early 2nd birthday present from his aunt and uncle and grandparents....
and he is now a pro at longboarding....
We went blueberry picking one day when the weather was a little cooler, and Silas was given a little bucket to pick his own berries with. I described our experience on Instagram like this...."Blueberry picking...for him that meant eat five, drop one in the bucket, eat five more, dump the bucket out, take a bunch from mom's bucket to refill, run into the orchard nearby, eat, dump the bucket and so on and so forth. We had fun, and now we will make pie." Lots of people commented saying it reminded them of the book Blueberries for Sal. I had totally forgotten about it, but we have the book (thank you Turners!). So, when we got home, I reread it, and sure enough, Silas and Sal are quite similar in their berry picking styles. Maybe not their moms though, as I have no intention of canning mine because they will all be turned into pie.
Things heated up again pretty quickly, so we spent one of our last days at a nearby lake. Silas was in heaven yet again. He is most definitely a water baby. (Can we still call him a baby? I'm a little in denial that I have a temper tantrum throwing toddler!)
And there you have it. Our first summer trip over too quickly.