It’s Holy Thursday already, but before Holy Week ends, I should mention the lovely Palm Sunday that was officially Daniel’s first outing.
On a bright and sunny Sunday, JG treated the Hubby, Daniel, and me to the Fort Worth Botanical Garden’s “Butterflies in the Garden” exhibition. While the Hubby and JG photographed the various butterflies in the large tropical plant convservatory, I pointed out butterflies, plants, and people to Daniel, who was riding in his front-pack carrier (strollers weren’t allowed, since the footpaths were narrow). JG and the Hubby would point out butterflies as well, and Daniel was alert and all-around happily interested in everything around him.
After over an hour (and after a quick trip to the gift shop and a diaper change in the car), we headed over to the Japanese Garden. It was time for Daniel’s feeding, and at first I was stymied on how to heat his bottle, since it was ice cold from its cooler. Trying to feed with ice cold formula resulted in a very unhappy Daniel. Then, I had a “D’UH!” moment, when I realized, “You idiot, the women’s restroom has hot tap water.” A few minutes under running hot tap water, and — viola! Daniel happily fed, and he immediately fell asleep in his carrier.
I can see why the Japanese Garden is one of JG’s favorite places. It is indeed a tranquil place, a place that, even with the many visitors there that fine Sunday afternoon, no one spoke in loud voices. We fed the koi, saw a blue heron poised before one of the many ponds, fed Mandarin ducks, and walked and stood and looked and listened. At one point, Daniel woke up, and he looked around. I know he won’t remember what he saw — he’s only six months old after all. But at that time and place, he was happy and interested, as he was with the butterflies.
A late lunch at Romano’s Macaroni Grill just a ways down from Texas Christian University rounded out the outing. This was the first restaurant Daniel had ever been in, and we found out quickly that he’s still too small for the restaurant high chair. He would slump over and start teething on the — thankfully — rounded edge of the table. So between three adults, we’d rotate holding Daniel as we ate. At one point, he needed another diaper change, and that’s when I found out that sometimes changing tables are found in the handicap stall. While in the women’s restroom, I prepared another bottle, and so Daniel got to have a meal, served by JG, at a restaurant, too (although, technically, he did bring his own food::grin::).
Yes, indeed. It was a lovely Palm Sunday.