That’s what we’ve been doing the past two weekends. Going for walks. Now that the first hints of spring are here, we’ve enjoyed a few sunny, 35+ degree days. To me (and to S, it seems) that says “Get outside…breathe some fresh air…and soak up some sun.” She’s been asking to go “outside” and for “walks”, so we obliged and let her have some free rein out of the stroller for once. Now that she’s all “big girl” and all, she walks runs down the sidewalk…all the way to a house that has a For Sale sign out front. She’ll stop right in front of the sign, point to it and say, “numbers”. She loves that sign. After saying hi to her beloved sign, she’ll turn and walk towards home, stopping to investigate the soggy brown plants (grass) that have suddenly escaped from their snowy winter cover. She’ll point out the birds singing, “birds”. She’s totally in to investigating every little thing.
On our walk on Saturday, we met not one, but two dogs who seemed to be enjoying the spring-like weather, and managed to escape from their owners and run full speed towards me and tiny little S. I can’t image how big those dogs must look to her. Maybe it’s the fact that we have Cooper, but S didn’t seem fazed in the least. As I whisked her up in my arms, she was already saying “puppy, puppy!” I returned the one dog back to the little boy who couldn’t hang on to the leash of his zealous furry companion. The other escapee we met later on our journey was quickly corralled by his owner yelling something about taking him to a dog park.
S is getting so much more independent. Not only does she want to walk all over the neighborhood, she now wants to walk into daycare. In the past, I would carry her in mostly for convenience sake (toddlers can be notoriously slow when time is of the essence!) and, oh, who am I kidding? I ENJOYED carrying her in. Still hanging on to the last tiny bit of babyhood…a child that I could carry in my arms and not have to chase around by the hood of her jacket. Well, this week she decided that was enough of the baby stuff and demanded “walk!” when I took her out of her car seat. She proudly walked (holding mommy’s hand, of course!) into daycare and into her room…babyhood officially over.
S is 20 and a half months old…and I let her walk all over me (well, for the most part).