Life in the land of no rest continues.
The one advantage of ridiculous short naps is that we get to leave the house a lot more than usual. (It's getting harder to see, but I'm looking for the silver lining.)
I think we've hit every playground in the area this week.
Our favorite playground is the one with The Big Blue Slide.
The thing is taller than me. The steps up to it are steep and scare the hell out of me.
My son is, of course, in love with it.
He goes down it all the time...on my lap.
He just stood watching the other kids use the slide for awhile.
Finally, he looked at me and said "Self, Mama. Slide self."
And even a slightly paranoid mom like me couldn't say no.
(In my defense, he's a wild man who has already broken his leg once. It's enough to make any mom a bit of a helicopter.)
So he climbed up (with me spotting him) and without any hesitation down he went.
He then proudly proclaimed "I did it! Again."
He then repeated the performance about 20 times.
The whole thing is going to give me nightmares, but... he was ready.
There no denying it. He's not a baby anymore.
When did he become a little boy?
I always thought chasing a toddler was hard work, but I think learning to let him run by himself is going to be even harder.