Today was 'Mud' day at *Tad's (little boy I babysit, *name changed) house. He's made mud before while at the park with his parents. But today he got to make it at his house, in his own back yard with me. He got to carry it around, stir it, drip it, squish it, mush it and smear it - he wore it well. We had a blast. I love watching children of this stage - toddler, so full of wonder, learning to problem solve and excited about everything. So innocent, so unworried, so un-marred. He's also learning to be sneaky to have a whack at the forbidden. Bummer for him is he's sooooo obvious. His eyes give him away every time. Tomorrow is 'Color' day. His mother brought us big crayons for color play inside and sidewalk chalk for color play outside - I've got MY 'toddler' on, I think I may be more excited than him!
Gotta share this - Ginger, pulled an act of jealousy with her cohort Buntah. Piper and I were laying on my bed, me at the head, she was at the foot. Buntah was resting on her chest with a hand on her chin. Ginger was laying on a pillow beside me. She sat there and watched Piper and Buntah for a few minutes then got up, walked to foot of the bed where Piper was laying, turned and sat right down on her face! Piper didn't share my sense of humor. I thought it was hilarious. She did not. On a sadder note, I think my baby - Ginger - may be heading down the 'cognitive degeneration' road. It breaks my heart. She's been with us over 14 years. She is my dearest friend, we are connected in a way I can't find words for. We understand each other, she and I. She has never let me down. I wish I could say the same for myself. Too many times I've seen her sad face when I've left and had to leave her behind. I cannot imagine a world without her. Don't want to imagine a world without her. I've survived some really tough times but I don't know how I can possibly survive losing her.
Gotta share this - Ginger, pulled an act of jealousy with her cohort Buntah. Piper and I were laying on my bed, me at the head, she was at the foot. Buntah was resting on her chest with a hand on her chin. Ginger was laying on a pillow beside me. She sat there and watched Piper and Buntah for a few minutes then got up, walked to foot of the bed where Piper was laying, turned and sat right down on her face! Piper didn't share my sense of humor. I thought it was hilarious. She did not. On a sadder note, I think my baby - Ginger - may be heading down the 'cognitive degeneration' road. It breaks my heart. She's been with us over 14 years. She is my dearest friend, we are connected in a way I can't find words for. We understand each other, she and I. She has never let me down. I wish I could say the same for myself. Too many times I've seen her sad face when I've left and had to leave her behind. I cannot imagine a world without her. Don't want to imagine a world without her. I've survived some really tough times but I don't know how I can possibly survive losing her.