I start every weekend with the intention of putting two, maybe three stories up here, making up for the extra quiet weekdays and writing down some of the silliness and wonder that a twenty-one month old brings to everyday. Like saying okay to every question now instead of plain old yes. And counting to thirteen, sometimes fourteen unless she's actually taking note of many how there are of something and then its one piggy, two piggy, two piggy, two piggy .... two piggies!
Our days are filled now with the steady observations of someone who is so happy to be able to share the world around her and her thoughts on it. She'll hold her hands up and ask happened? (what happened) when the marker writes all over her arms and legs or the bowl of cheerios jumps to the floor throwing cereal everywhere. Just yesterday she started saying Frances sad when there's something she wants (like scissors or cookies) but can't have, making it very hard not to give her scissors to cut up cookies with.
Sometimes we'll pack up the car, like we used to do when she was tiny, and take a nice long quiet drive while she sleeps. Or some days (most days) I'll spend her weekend naps internet window shopping, catching up on e-mail and imagining these sorts of things for our future home farm:
Doing nothing really. But its so nice. To have those few hours to stop and drink a tea or finish the coffee I've been working on since seven and look at pretty things.
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