Our town is small. It’s not exciting. It’s nowhere anyone really wants to go.
But what it is, is a good place for little kids. Pretty safe, small, and a few things just for kids that make it special, like the totally vintage Kiddie Park.
And there’s a splash pad. There are two actually, one on either side of town. The one nearer to our house is low-key.
I like to pop over for just a few minutes on a really hot sticky day, or when I just need the kiddo to blow off some steam. And now his sister is getting into it.
These two melt my heart.
He loves her, and she really loves him. Her face just lights up when she sees him, and she loves to watch his antics.
He loves to give her hugs… and then whack her seat or scream in her face. He’s still a boy.
Soon enough, little miss will be able to hold her own.
Don’t be fooled by the photo. She’s getting better at sitting up but still not totally stable.
Tonight the two little people sat on the kitchen floor while I made dinner and played with ice cubes. She sat there for about 15 minutes and then just when I turned my back, she ploncked her head down on the hard kitchen floor. She cried a little, and then she was fine.
I can’t wait to see how much she grows this summer! I bet by August she’ll be crawling all over the splash pad and I’ll have to watch her like crazy. But for now, I’m savoring almost-six-months with this sweet girl.