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Willow's big day

Willow's world keeps expanding, and Monday was a big day for her.
Willow and I ventured to Franklin, Tenn., to pick up Cherish and head to our six-month cleaning at the dentist (no cavities!). I went first while Che and Willow played in the lobby, then when Che went back for her cleaning, Willow and I headed to a nearby park, Aspen Grove Park near Cool Springs Galleria.
Aspen Grove Park is tucked among all the shopping in the area, and it has a small playground and trail (it also has a brick fireplace for grilling!). We took a short walk then met up with Che at the playground for some sliding fun (Willow tried to eat some of the rubber mulch too!). There was no swinging because the park lacked swings ... odd, huh?
We then drove up to Goodlettsville for a family haircut adventure. Willow had her first professional trim, and she seemed to enjoy the experience, sitting in Che's lap contemplating the kid in the mirror. The hair stylists got a good cackle in when Willow broke out her Steven Tyler lips!
While Che got her hair cut, Willow and I played in the back at the little toy area. A raven-haired 5-year-old girl was building a castle with some soft blocks. Willow enjoyed knocking down the castle, and that didn't seem to bother the little girl. I didn't get the girl's name, but she enjoyed talking about her friend, Isaiah, and about her knack for falling down (I saw all her scratches and bruises, and she fell down once while we were playing, "It happens a lot," she confessed to me.) Willow did not fall down, but she did try to eat the mulchy material out of the plant box nearby.
After our haircutting adventure, we went next door to a frozen yogurt shop (Cece's). Willow thoroughly enjoyed Che's chocolate yogurt, but she did not like the place mat on the table; she kept knocking it to the floor.
Once we got home, we hopped on our bikes and toured the neighborhood for a bit.
Back at the house, the biggest thing of the day happened: Willow learned to kiss Mommy and Daddy.
Sure, she's tolerated our hundreds of kisses a day, usually offering a cheek or forehead for us to smooch on, but on Monday, she started offering her lips.
This made our day.
"Give Mommy a kiss," Che requested, and Willow leaned in, lips puckered and SMACK on the lips.
Willow got a kick out of this and kept doing it.
So here's your chance, everyone; line up for a kiss from Willow.
But be warned, she likes to open her mouth at the last second.
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