My darling tot has an ambitious mind and legs to support
it. The moment I explain to her that
roads are dangerous and hills are steep, and NOT to go whichever way it is she isn’t supposed to go– she makes a run
for it. GiGi and I were playing in the
front yard of my sisters’ home on Wednesday and instead of giggling over the
furry bunny rabbit hopping about the front yard, she opted for falling. Not once, but several times.
The yard has a tiny slope to it and in the midst of some
serious running momentum; GiGi stumbled and ran into the cute scalloped brick
border around one of the breezy trees.
She slammed into them and then rolled down the tiny hill. *tiny* hill. Her poor shins are scratched to pieces and
both bare bluish purple bruises that make me feel like crap every time I see
them. She shook it off pretty quickly
and was more upset that I was holding her than the fact that she had blood on
her legs. She sprinted out of my arms
and so I let her go. Nothing appeared
stitch-worthy and while I would like to have bandaged her up and pampered her
little legs, she would have no part of it.
She got a good five minutes of running in before she decided
to venture toward the brick surrounded flower beds. I stood in front of them, trying to plead
with her to play with her cousin and explaining the harsh environment that
roses lived in. Brick, thorns, and tiny baubles are not a girl’s best
friend. She screamed and screamed and
when I redirected her to the lawn, she ran the other way. She zigged, I zagged and the bushes caught
her. I rushed her inside to scope out
the blood, bruises and tears and again, she only wanted down so that she could
play again. My child is a tiny
Wolverine, an x-babe of indestructible force.
The back of her right leg looks like I pulled a bush out of
the ground and smacked her with it and her shins look like Tanya Harding got a
hold of them. Its sad.
We opted not to go back outside at my sisters house, so when
we arrived home she was more than ready to run free outside.
GiGi is pretty simple when it comes to
outdoor play.
Run, run, run and run some
more toward danger (i.e. pools, roads, rosebushes.)
If not, she likes to swing or jump on the
trampoline.
I say “jump” but its more like
her sitting in the center while I jump around and watch her slightly fly into
the air.
If I were to really jump, I’m
sure that I could catapult her into...
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