Willow's playtime universe continues to grow. Rapidly.
Witness.
In the midsummer heat, I take Willow out to our shaded backyard in the morning to play. And play she does.
She climbed into her swing first.
After I pushed her for a while, I got her out of the swing and put her in her wagon so she could help me convey bags of sand from the garage to the backyard to fill her sandbox (part of her new swing set) and her water table sandbox.
She took rake and shovel and played in the sandbox for a bit.
Then she waddled over to the deck and started to climb the steps to get to the water table. She played in the sand a bit, but most of her time was used dipping water up and out of the water part of the water table. Most the water ended up all over her.
After that she wanted off the deck to go back to swinging. Instead I retrieved the new tricycle Cherish procured from a Franklin recycle center and cleaned it up. Willow loved the trike, holding on to the handle bars while I pushed her around the back yard. Her feet can't reach the pedals yet, but she gave the bell a ring or two.
After all this, she was covered in water and sand, and I was dripping with sweat, so I told her we were heading inside. My idea was to dry her off and change her for her morning nap.
Nuh-uh.
As soon as she stepped foot in the house, she turned left and clambered up the steps to her play room. I went along with her.
She played with her kitchen first, then with her dragon.
From there, she climbed into one of her child-sized seats of the table Mo got her for her birthday. She played with flash cards and blocks before shoving off from the table and dropping to the floor to hustle over to the ball pit by the window.
She dropped each of the balls, one by one, out of the ball pit onto the floor.
Then she tried to do a couple of things she's not supposed to do: climb on the treadmill and climb on the couch. When I pulled her off, she started her pitiful "Why won't you let me do anything" cry, so I declared it naptime and ended the morning of play.
I really need the nap more than she did (I didn't actually take a nap, though I should have).
All this happened before 10 a.m.
Zzzooonk.
Witness.
In the midsummer heat, I take Willow out to our shaded backyard in the morning to play. And play she does.
She climbed into her swing first.
After I pushed her for a while, I got her out of the swing and put her in her wagon so she could help me convey bags of sand from the garage to the backyard to fill her sandbox (part of her new swing set) and her water table sandbox.
She took rake and shovel and played in the sandbox for a bit.
Then she waddled over to the deck and started to climb the steps to get to the water table. She played in the sand a bit, but most of her time was used dipping water up and out of the water part of the water table. Most the water ended up all over her.
After that she wanted off the deck to go back to swinging. Instead I retrieved the new tricycle Cherish procured from a Franklin recycle center and cleaned it up. Willow loved the trike, holding on to the handle bars while I pushed her around the back yard. Her feet can't reach the pedals yet, but she gave the bell a ring or two.
After all this, she was covered in water and sand, and I was dripping with sweat, so I told her we were heading inside. My idea was to dry her off and change her for her morning nap.
Nuh-uh.
As soon as she stepped foot in the house, she turned left and clambered up the steps to her play room. I went along with her.
She played with her kitchen first, then with her dragon.
From there, she climbed into one of her child-sized seats of the table Mo got her for her birthday. She played with flash cards and blocks before shoving off from the table and dropping to the floor to hustle over to the ball pit by the window.
She dropped each of the balls, one by one, out of the ball pit onto the floor.
Then she tried to do a couple of things she's not supposed to do: climb on the treadmill and climb on the couch. When I pulled her off, she started her pitiful "Why won't you let me do anything" cry, so I declared it naptime and ended the morning of play.
I really need the nap more than she did (I didn't actually take a nap, though I should have).
All this happened before 10 a.m.
Zzzooonk.
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