This post was originally written on August 31st, 2012.
The pier is Megan’s and my hangout spot. Dad comes along when his work schedule permits. A few times we have been able to go early in the morning. The air feels different early in the morning, and it’s so refreshing and a great way to start the day.
I’ve learned that it’s best to take the stroller along. When she first started walking, she was okay with holding my hand and letting me lead the way. Now that she’s gone through some growth spurts, she’s become so much more independent and adventurous.
Just being out isn’t enough for her anymore. She wants to truly interact with the environment and her surroundings. One morning when we went to the pier, she kept pulling her hand away from mine, and she’d take off running away from me. We’d go to the beach area and she really thought it was okay to just walk straight into the Bay.
If you see a tiny 5’2″ mama with a pink polka dot diaper bag chasing a gorgeous little 1-year-old….that would be Megan and me. Sometimes I’m like, “I have become one of those parents I used to always look at and say–“Woops, their baby is wilding out.” LOL.
We both really have a great time though. And so many people are always smiling and speaking to her, no matter where we go, she brings smiles to so many people’s faces.
Friday night at the pier was smooth sailing. A great outing.
I usually don’t carry my DSLR with me anymore. It’s just too big and gets in the way now that I have so much mommy and baby stuff to do. I debated whether I should take it and said, “Well you never know when it comes to nature, there may be some good shots to take.”
It’s always a lot of people fishing and they take it seriously; boy I tell they concentrate hard, lol. But I’ve never seen so many people, about 25, gathered in one spot and looking in the water.
So I thought I’d just stand and look too. I was trying to see who looked kind enough for me to ask what’s going on, but then I saw this scene:
And then this scene…
I later found out that everyone was looking at a man standing on the rocks fishing. He had been struggling with a fish for quite a while. Someone told me that when it takes that long to pull in a fish, it means it’s a big fish and people have to tire the fish out in order to pull it in.
I don’t know anything about fishing, but learned something that night. Sure enough he pulled out a really big one. Everybody started clapping, and Megan was ready to continue her breezy Friday night stroller ride.
Update 2022: Awe I feel bad for the fishies now. I’ve always been an extremely sensitive animal-lover. But for the past 2 years (since I started gardening), I have become even more incredibly sensitive.