And so it begins

Tucson summers can be quite relaxing. Either that or the heat sucks all energy from your body and turns your mind to mush, forcing the relaxation that spas advertise.

With Noah in tow, we decide that cabin fever approaches all to easily in the Eaves house. Looking outside we yearn for adventure. Our multiple small rooms leave us feeling boxed in. We need open space, room to walk briskly, and furthermore, good air conditioning.

We pack up our now practiced baby luggage, crank the ac in the car, and head for the place that fulfills all aforementioned requirements, the Mall.

I've come full circle from the pre-teen years during which the mall was my haven. I could walk there, play in the arcade, eat junk food, oogle girls, and harass the occasional store clerk; all without my parents around. Now the pre-teens are just orange cones in my stroller driving test.

We walk and talk, oogle gadgets in store windows, giggle about other people's styles, and then walk some more. It's still an excuse to eat junk food on occasion. It's also the most exercise we get at the moment.

However, I do have one concern. We are raising a kid. He is influenced by our actions every day. Will he just be another pre-teen mall junkie because of our frequent trips? Something must be done to correct this. So yesterday, to escape the house but avoid the mall, we went to Summit Hut, our local outdoor gear shop.

Not the same excercise opportunity as the mall, but a much better atmosphere to influence a child with. Another gear junkie is born, because before we could leave, Noah insisted on buying a new tent for our family travels. What was his reaction when we decided to go ahead with this purchase?

He pooped. Loud and juicy for all to hear.

I guess we need to work on our manners when in public next.