The phrase that we used to hear a lot around here was “my do”. Now that we have a twenty-one month old, it’s “my whole do”. She’s not as satisfied with our offers of assistance, less pleased with our gentle redirections or even firmer “no’s”. She is extending that arc of comfortable distance from us. …
Tag: growing baby
sunday afternoon in the garden
Forget retail therapy, here’s garden therapy. And that smile is because she can finally mount and dismount those sheep by herself. And in our world, independence reigns. (Like putting on our sunglasses over our hat.) Well, independent at least until we encounter a “giant” step. Then we need a little hand…
animal sounds after bath
and perfecting the elephant…