I took off work early today, picked up my little girl at 2pm and took her to the park. She is 15 months old now. Walking and running; pointing and chattering. She was so excited to be at the park. She ran right over to the Big Kids.
She was so cute looking up at the Big Kids. Her little fishing hat (canary yellow) on and white sandals. Big blue eyes.
She then ran to the "jungle gym" with the stairs and slides. I helped her so carefully. We slid down together. I let her slide alone on the teeny baby slide. She was so happy. Then she saw the big jungle gym!!
Boy oh Boy!! Mommy was right there, staying close, helping her up the stairs, chasing her over the bridge, sliding down the big slide. So, I sit down at the slide waiting for her to step into my lap and woooooooops! She ran over to the other big slide BY HERSELF. She slid down it all alone!
So Mommy is now obsolete, BabySally doesn't even need me to play on that Jungle Gym. She mastered the slides, attempted to go down the curly-Q slide, but got side-tracked, she ran all over that park and Mommy pushed her in the swing til it was time to go home. After so many squeals of delight and laughter ringing in my ears, the day ended in tears. She didn't want to go home! Poor baby. She kept pointing at that swing......... What a great day! (but I should feel guilty, it was meeting night)