Or at least to the Audubon Center, where MJ spent a comfortable afternoon wetting sticks and floating dried leaves in the pond, watching a lizard pump his legs against a rock, (“is he exercising, Mommy?”) and dragging brightly colored shovels from the sand pit to the playhouse to the manual pumps, there to “wash” them over and over again, while dangling her feet in the tepid running water. My child’s ability to amuse herself with a couple of shovels, her imagination, and the minutae of the natural world never ceases to amaze me. Also, how much I love her. But that probably goes without saying.
I wish my own childhood had been so idyllic and carefree.
She is an adorable, happy little girl. You have every right to be proud of her.
Despite your over allowance of color when painting and helping her draw things (har har), you’re obviously doing something very right!
(: thanks Jeff! You make me feel good about my job!
As well you should!
It IS a job – even if it’s also a labor of love.
Sometimes I get out of breath just READING all the stuff you do in one day.