A spectacular fall day, spent with a special Nana on an errand. We are then left to the sweet afternoon rhythm, building ramps and digging in cool sand.
Today I received a reminder that nothing is so sure as the passage of time and the power of modeling. On occasion I am jokingly chastised for talking over my child’s head, or prattling on with explanations and words. At one point, unable to think of the shape of a building block, I deemed it “the blue cylindrical block.” It was after some laughter that I was informed they may also be referred to as “pillars.” MUCH easier for a toddler to say! He now calls them blue cylindrical blocks too though.
On our walk, Austin approaches me concerned about the stability of the large-rock gravel he is riding over. Thinking he might slide on it, he reports in his 3yo accent void of the “r” sound, “Mom, this sure is precarious having my bike in the parking lot and rocks.”
Precarious indeed. Prattle on world.