There is a reason why Atlanta is not among the Top Ten Best Summer Vacation Destinations. Several reasons, actually, including the thick, steamy sludge that passes for air, the oppressive heat, and the substantial absence of fun (even tolerable) things to do other than watch movies, visit shopping malls, or sit in an air-conditioned room and attempt to move as little as possible.
There is, however, one excellent reason to visit Atlanta in June:
Lucky for me, this exceptionally cute, cuddly, and precocious reason was happy to spend the weekend rolling around on the floor with his silly Auntie Mad, leaving me no great need to go outside or to bother with movies, shopping malls, or other diversions. In fact, by the end of the weekend I'd managed to lure him into a pretty good imitation of a crawl.
This accomplishment was motivated by the burning need to knock over any stack of objects within his sight line. Apparently, towers of blocks are highly repugnant to the sensibilities of nine-month-old boys, and MUST BE KNOCKED DOWN AT ALL COSTS. For several hours, the toppling of the offending structures was accomplished by awkward, side-legged butt-scootching followed by a prone, full-body-extension (which would have inspired envy in the most devoted yoga addict), culminating in the desperate, but ultimately successful extreme-one-finger-reach move. Little by little, though, fueled by adrenaline and auntly cheers and showers of tickles and kisses, the frog leg found its way under the butt, the scootching turned into a relatively smooth one-knee-after-another motion, and soon there was no safe haven in Nathandom for a blockity tower.
I'm so proud. Still, I think I'll wait until maybe October or so to visit next.
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