Dear Reese,
We do our second apple picking of the season this morning, this time at Hyline Orchard with Kai and Aunt Amanda.
You dig into an apple with gusto; those molars help a lot.
You and your cousin spend the weekend side by side, not quite old enough to play together but old enough to not want to share toys. It’s a special kind of toddler chaos having you both at the cottage together, but you are mostly patient and sweet and only a little perplexed about why another little human is in your space.
You mostly want to ride Kai’s balance bike, never mind that you have your own. And Kai has a special trigger point if anyone touches his bike. We spend a good amount of time strategically navigating that situation.
I woke up finally feeling more like myself after this long, cold, and it makes all the difference today. You help me do some light cleaning this morning, I open the toilet lid to find the toilet brush you’d grabbed when I wasn’t looking, doing your own second scrub of the bowl.
You are at an age when you’re practicing helping a lot more. At dinner, you help put lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, and red onion into a bowl for the salad. When I vacuum at night, you grab hold and want to push it yourself.
You’re either not into your dinner or too distracted to eat it, though. When bedtime comes around, you ask for more food, and we go through a fruit and veggie pouch and half, and a bowl full of yogurt in peanut butter before you sleep. I wipe the yogurt off your face, and when we’re back in your you fall asleep instantly. It was a full weekend.
Love,
Mama