Ella and I have been in a great groove this summer, spending most of our day outside in the backyard or at the park. Then, as if on cue, this week has turned rainy and cold, and even when Ella begs to go outside, within a minute or two she is telling me “Brrrrrrrr” and tugging at the door. Yesterday is started sleeting on us at the park, and it was the first time in a while that she waved at the swings (“Bye bye wheeeee!”) and agreed to get into the car without a wrestling match. We came home and looked at each other <p?for a while, asking “Now what?” Books – read. Play kitchen – played with. Cars are all lined up, dolls are all put to bed, pirate ship has fired 29572 cannons, shoes have all been worn on hands, blocks have all been stacked. There is only so much Sprout TV that either of us can stand, and while my body is telling me to slow down, hers seems to be gearing up. The 8 hours or so a day that we are each others only entertainment has gotten a lot longer now that I can’t just open the door and let her play on the deck while I surf the internet – now she is (quite literally) under my feet, doing her best impression of Stewie. Mom, mom, mama, maaamaaaaa. Mom. Iwee. Mama. Mom. Mom? MOM! Mamaaaaaaa. Mom. Mommy. Hey. Hey. Hi! Moooooo. Moo. Mom. Mom, Mama, Mom. *cries* Daddy!
Yeah. So, I’m thinking that one of Ella’s birthday presents, instead of swim classes (okay, she will likely get those too, crap) will be a family membership to the children’s museum here in town, Mobius. Compared to the Children’s Museum in Portland, it is a bit of a joke, but if I start comparing Spokane to Portland, I will only get depressed, so enough of that. It has a fenced off area that I can not (easily) lose her in, and it is dry. Isn’t that enough?
I think I must have missed a year or two somewhere – how could she have grown that much?
Oh, and then there is this. I try not to check my “stats” very often since they make little sense to me, and on days when I get a huge boost (where do you all come from?!) I get self conscious, but I consistently get hits from someone other than my sister, so I know there are more of you out there. Delurk, say hello, inflate my ego a little. I’ll return the favor.