A few last pictures from our summer so far. It has been a wonderful and relaxing time for us as a family; Abby doesn’t realize how blessed she is. Mornings are spent outside – walking, playing soccer, exploring the world of rock-picking, -throwing, -eating (insert other appropriate verbs here). Several other children in the apartment complex dote on her and she revels in their attention. We’re convinced she’s convinced that she is one of “them.” She has little interest in kids younger than herself, and insists on planting herself in the middle of any action.
“Independent Playtime” – one of my parenting tricks. Abby plays contently in her bed for 40ish minutes several mornings a week, reading books, talking on her toy phone (thanks, Sarita!), harassing her stuffed animals, throwing every. single. toy. out of her crib…and dancing. Music plays the whole time, and invariably, when I come to get her, she’s just standing in her crib bouncing up and down to the music.
Abby loves to walk. She loves the outside. Meltdowns frequently occur when Mommy/Daddy are ready to go inside (in case you’re wondering…Abby is never ready to go inside)!
Abby rarely falls asleep in her car seat, but a morning play date with a baby around her age did the trick…Seriously, could anything be cuter than a sleeping toddler with flushed cheeks?
“Swimming” in her birthday gift from the Abriels.
“Pesh”ing (Abby’s term for “push”) her “elmo” (which sounds suspiciously like her pronunciation of “Elmo” the Sesame Street character, but should not be, because she is very serious in requesting her lawnmower). And yes, this FisherPrice contraption blows bubbles. It takes her by surprise when bubbles suddenly appear, and she gets distracted and chases them mid-mowing.
Her first introduction to the childhood rite-of-passage: the sprinkler. Water levels have been low, so this was her only time playing in said sprinkler, but she loved it. See did not love, however, having to come inside to get changed. Of course when a sprinkler is spraying freezing water directly into your face it’s hilarious…when Mommy dribbles a 1/4 teaspoon of warm water onto your head at bath time, it’s a full blown catastrophe.
First time colouring. She now points to this picture on the fridge and says colour.
More mowing – the neighbours joke that she should be paid for all the lawn work she does. She struts up and down the sidewalk, over lawns, through mulch piles. At first she would veer off course every few seconds and wait to be rescued. But now she’s happy to take her mower “off-roading” and can back it up, steer, and avoid shrubs like a pro.
Flashing that adorable smile. She has wooed everyone around us.