This morning, Sweet Pea dragged her diapered little butt out of bed at 6:40. Or something like 6:40. I don't really remember. It was early, I was groggy, so sue me!
After her morning nursing session (yep, she still nurses, and I'm glad of it!) we went and played. First she played 'get into shit you're really not supposed to touch' in the computer room. Then she played 'ignore your toys and touch mommy's stuff' in the living room. Then she played 'turn your nose up at pancakes . . . OMG, is that syrup? NOM!' in the kitchen.
All of that, and it wasn't even 9:00 yet. Yep, it was going to be an action packed day!
Back in April, we were given a wagon. Sweet Pea loves her wagon beyond reason. She loves to throw her stuff in it. She loves to sit in it. She loves to give me palpitations while she stands in it. Most of all, she loves to have wagon rides around our house. So she messed about with the wagon while I cleaned up our pancake making mess - then we got dressed and headed our for a nice long wagon ride through town! Oh the excitement! Oh the thrill! Oh crap, I didn't bring the camera.
This is all I have to show for our thoroughly amazing morning stroll:
We set off with Sweet Pea happily gripping the sides of her wagon, as we strode up the street. When you have a toddler in tow, it's important to stop and check things out now and then. So we stopped here and there to discuss the cars we saw, or the flowers or what have you. One house had a flag out front, lazily flapping in the breeze. Sweet Pea was mesmerized. While we stood watching it, a very friendly kitty came meowing over to us - Sweet Pea even got to pat him/her! So thrilling!
There was sliding, and climbing, and swinging, and rocks to be sorted - it was all very busy work!
And on the way home?Which was really too bad, because there were lots of monarch butterflies, and little yellow and black birds, and geese to see. But clearly, she had tired herself out. Who was I to wake her up?
And then in the afternoon there was grocery shopping, and some crazy toddler acrobatics resulting in a bumped forehead and a cut nose. (Poor little monkey)
And then Grandma and Grandpa called and asked if they could come over and while we waited . . . Sweet Pea decided that she was a very big girl, and could totally handle the (concrete) porch stairs without help. She's been trying to sneak her little self past me to take on those stairs for quite a while now . . and today she almost made it. I reached out and grabbed her just as she started to go over. When I did, my thumb nail caught her cheek, just to the side of her eye. Oh the drama! First she whimpered, then she screamed . . . then I saw what I had done, and I cried too. I cut my tiny girl. There is a big nasty scratch on her face. It's preferable to the damage she would have done going face first down those concrete steps, but I still wish it hadn't happened. It's hard not to feel guilty - no matter how 'worthy' the damage, no matter how much better it is than the alternative . . . there was no way I could have avoided the tears I shed in response to that poor little cut face. And yet, I would do it again to save my little one the trauma of 4 concrete steps to the face.