Ray Nears

A short entry today just to record Jake's ever increasing obsession with the outside world. Whilst we've not been able to co-ordinate diaries to continue the Leeds Country Way walk (though we're aiming to get back on the wagon next weekend...keep your eyes peeled on the blog!), Kelsey and I have been finding plenty of time to get Jake outside. The change of the clocks to give us back some light after work definitely helps as does the warmer weather, though we had some fun walks in the woods around our house during the snowy weather.

The most interesting thing that we've found is that contrary to what we were expecting, he is a big fan of the wind. I've always known that he doesn't mind have the wind in his face and he seems to grit his teeth towards in an odd sort of grimace. However, it wasn't until we went to visit some friends up in the Lake District and climbed up a decent sized hill that it became apparent that he actively enjoys that feeling. We went up while it was still relatively cold and we got to the summit around mid afternoon where there was a bracing cross wind. I immediately looked for a more sheltered spot when I was stopped by this kicking and gurgling from behind me. I stopped and was able to enjoy the views from the top with our friends whilst my little wind monster chatted throughout.

This trend has continued each and every time we go out. Softball season has started again, and it's my turn to sit on the sidelines whilst Kelsey plays. Jake obviously comes with us, and sits in the backpack watching the practice and making comments about people's batting (oh wait that's me). Last Wednesday saw the weather change in the day from being warm and sunny to grey and very windy. We play on one of the biggest parks in Leeds and the wind was whipping across the flat surface at what felt like gale force. I got some funny looks from our team as I loaded Jake into the backpack, but within a couple of minutes he was kicking and giggling away. The trick is to keep him bundled up and have a ready supply of biscuits in your pocket (I have now mastered the technique of reaching over my shoulder to pass food back) and he's as happy as can be.

I write this post more as a diary, as it will be interesting to see if Jake continues this love of being outside and of having the wind racing towards him.