St Patrick’s Day Outside
We were treated to a gorgeous day here in the ‘Lou. Lorelei and I spent part of the afternoon running around the playground due to her being on nap strike (again) (still) (OH GOD! MAKE IT STOP).
She walks from the apartment all by herself now – except for when we cross the parking lot/street – and will pause every five seconds to examine the detritus that is scattered in her path. Sometimes she holds my hand. Most of the time, she doesn’t. I walk a tight line along the edge of the sidewalk, keeping her from veering off into the lot or falling off.
She has no fear. Climb those stairs? No problem.
She is happy to be independent and will ignore me as I click away on my camera trying to capture another ephemeral moment of her rapidly vanishing babyhood.