This weekend I went to visit my friend, Cutiepie's mom, who needed some help since her husband was away on a two day training. It was a good excuse for me to go up - I hadn't yet met Cutiepie's new sister, who apparently has 4 arms instead of 2.
So, one of the things I did was take Cutiepie to the park. She had a great time, and I was really glad I wasn't taking care of one of the little boys strewn about the park. Boy they are nuts! (multiple puns not intended). I thought the walk home was going to be long and tedious, but for some reason she decided running away from me was the thing to do. GREAT.
Except when she went to the end of the path, which didn't even have a curb at the intersection of the street. Thank goodness she knew the word stop and listened to me. But it was kinda ok, since the cars have a stop sign and the car there was waiting to make sure she didn't run into the street. Jeez though.
One thing I've created with kids her age is Smackdown! Like the wonderful wrestlers on tv, I pick them up, smack them down on the ground (gently of course) and pretend to squish them with my body. Of course, yelling Smackdown! when I do it. Again. And again. And again.
We went out to dinner, and C's dad had to take her and the new baby out for a walk. When they got back C had a rock - decent size. And she looks at me as she's leaning into the booth, puts the rock down, and Smackdown! she says. And lays her body on the rock. LOL! Then later as she's going upstairs for her bath, I see her pick up her big teddy bear, and from around the corner I heard Smackdown! and I"m sure she's on top of the bear. Yay! Taught her something new. My job is complete.