October 29, 2009

• Zoe at Play.

   

  Because we are so far south, the weather is suitable for outdoor play almost year round.

  A few weeks ago we thought autumn had come. It was a bit cooler for a few days.  But alas, it didn’t last, and we’re back to hot and humid once again. Running the a/c just so we can sleep comfortably at night!

  And while I’d rather have cooler weather for a change, it really is nice for my little girl. She loves being outside, and if I let her, will be out for hours each day. She’ll play with her “titty-tats”, play in the sand in the driveway (“makin’ a pie!”), and all sorts of imaginative things.

  We have this little thing we say to each other when she goes outside. I’ll say (from Peter Rabbit), “You may go into the fields or down the lane…” and she’ll finish, “But not on the road or in the woods!” Sometimes she’ll tease me and say, “Not in Mr. McGregor’s garden!” She is an avid Peter Rabbit fan.

  I ran out with the camera one day when she was wide-open with her fun.  She was running so fast I didn’t have time to adjust the lighting on my camera, so it’s a little over-lit. But I still like it.

  

  I love these pictures of pure childhood. So innocent. Everything is right with the world. She has high expectations of people, of how loving everyone is to her, and most of the time her expectations are met. Life’s biggest disappointments are not playing with Roland or Blake when she wants to, or that it’s naptime instead of playtime. Wow. I want her to keep that innocence as long as possible.

  

   

  We gave her these two cats for her second birthday. She just adores them, and begs to go out and play. They are the sweetest cats – good thing, too, because she is still learning how to be gentle with them. See below.

  

  They can look strangled but they’ve never hurt her. Pretty amazing. I think I’d react if I were being strangled. If they get tired of her, they’ll run up a tree.

  These cats remain nameless, and we simply call them, “The Kitty Cats.” Or, as Zoe’ calls them, “da titty tats.” The did have names when we got them, but they were named after two kinds of beer, and we didn’t really want our just-turned-two-year-old running around saying beer names! Any good cat names out there?

  Good thing Zoe’ loves them so much, because they don’t get a lot of love from Ben or me. We’re just not big cat lovers – especially not when they try to run in the house every chance they get, or when they are accidentally left inside the house and make messes on beds, or when they walk all over clean cars and leave dirty footprints… But our little daughter adores them, so they stay.

  

  

  Childhood innocence.

  “… Unless you become as a little child, you will have no part in the Kingdom of Heaven.” – Jesus

  -clarita

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