Saturday, we were up early and off to Christopher's last soccer game. I hope I can post a picture of him in his uniform--too cute. But he doesn't seem to have much interest at all in soccer itself. Still, it's something he enjoys socially.
For dinner, we went to a fun place called the Body Cafe and we had the best veggie burger ever. Really! Christopher and I split a veggie burger, which was huge and a salad and we each had smoothies too. Really yummy. And we spent some time checking out all the Body Cafe has to offer--which is a lot more than food! Yoga, drop-in child care, clothing, massage and maybe more.
Sunday, we got up early and went for a hike. We did a bit of the Chamisa trail, but in the opposite direction of how we've done it in the past. Christopher was really scared by the grade and the slopes off the side of the trail. It wasn't dangerous, but he is experiencing a significant fear of heights recently. I have a bit of that myself! We took it slow and we talked a lot about being careful and about hiking safety. We had a breakfast pic-nic. And we didn't go too far either. Our pic-nic included the ever-favorite soy jerky and a new flavor of freeze-dried ice cream--cookies and cream sandwich. Going back down the trail seemed to feel a lot better for Christopher. When we finished our hike, we went in search of the cold stream we'd visited a few months ago. To our surprise, it had only been a Winter melt stream and was completely dry!
We met some other hikers and got to chatting about the hike and such. They wanted info on the Body Cafe and we gave them a serious thumbs up. One of the parents had cycled to their hike and we talked about that--and their bike trailer that is like Christopher's. Christopher was crazy about their son, Eli. After hanging out for about a half hour, we found out they live in Boulder! Christoph was so excited. He told them, "I live in Colorado too! You can come to my house." One of the parents plays in the orchestra for the Opera in Santa Fe so they were just there for the season. Fun stuff.
Then Christopher and I headed to the O'Keeffe Museum. We had brunch at the O'Keeffe Cafe. I got a mediocre fritatta, but Christopher chose wisely and had really fab blue corn pancakes, which he wanted me to taste. Yummy. Then we toured the museum. He loved it. We read the name of every work. In fact, Christoph has a favorite he saw and I'm trying to find him a print for his bedroom. It's harder to find O'Keeffe prints than you might think!
We had an early dinner at a place with computers and wi-fi and Christopher and I tried to learn a new Batman game after we had looked at some O'Keeffe work online. Then Christopher and Johnnie worked on Christopher's hiking staff. Christoph found it on a hike a few months back. I sawed off the little branches and padded the "handle." Now Johnnie is giving him some of Roadie's shedded lizard skin as a decoration. It's looking quite nice!
Monday morning I took Christopher to school with a big lunch, including tomatoes from our plants at home and an olive assortment from Whole Foods. He was excited about all he packed for lunch and snacks. But he got really sad and resisted going to school, staying at school. He said he wanted to come home with me. It's so hard to work against those arguments when I'd like nothing better. He asked if I didn't want him to come live in Colorado. I assured him that I do want that, but that this is the way it has to be right now. And I did my Santa Fe cheerleader bit. He seemed better by the time I left, but it wrecked me. I did a good job of holding it in until outside, though. That is sometime a battle, but it's hugely important.
Christopher is showing signs of wear and conflict. I think and hope, though, that Bevin and I will be able to agree to him seeing counselors in CO and NM. He needs some help dealing with all the emotion and confusion this situation necessarily brings up. It is sad to be talking about putting a 4 year old into therapy, but this is what we've done to him and we need to help him handle where he is as best as it can be handled.
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