Classical Sundays in Texas sun

Last two Sundays we took you to Concerts in the Park - an outdoor classical music concert series that takes place every Sunday evening throughout the summer. It's free and open to all. An attempt to bring classical music to the masses. Luckily the attempt has been failing, so it doesn't get too crowded. People are welcome to bring food and drinks.

Last year your Dad and I used to pack a picnic basket and bike to the event. You are still too small for the bike carrier, so this year we are driving. We would love to walk, but believe it or not, Texas heat can kill the tiny you. Every time we take you outside, people tell us that we are very brave to take you out. We try to put you in the shade, keep the outing short, and put cool water on your forehead and feet. I tried to take you for a walk a few times, but you became scary lethargic. The rest of the day you were fussy, sleepy, and more fussy, and you pooped a lot. I mean more than usual. So I learned quickly not to go on walks with you until the weather changes.

Here is a picture of you and Daddy at the Sunday concert.


A few minutes after this picture was taken, you started an aria. Only that we weren't at an opera. You were inconsolable, and as loud as the orchestra. Your Dad and I exchanged a look of confusion and embarrassment. We have become one of those families that used to disrupt our pleasure with their babies. It was not your feeding time, but I read that nursing calms down the baby, even when she is not hungry. Your Dad wrapped your blanket around my chest, and you went quiet as you drank your milk. Of course I had to relinquish my beer to your Dad who had to make a big sacrifice and drink it. See delicious beer in picture, leaning against the cooler. We are not sure why you were crying, but we think you got bit by an ant, although we sprayed you with bug repellent. Ant bites hurt. It must have been horrible for you to experience that. My little baby Zoe.