If only I could remember what it was like to be a 2 year old. Food and drink are prepared by parental forethought, and all bodily necessities and travel arrangements are taken care of by someone else. Time is only “now” or “the other day” or “some day.” Joys and traumas are so very simple. It must be like all the good things in life without the logistics.
For a two year old, this scene is heavenly. Stuff to climb, stuff to jump off, other kids with whom to rub shoulders (or from whom to grab, as the case may be). Tumbletimes is a little kid’s free-for-all at one of the city gyms, and I sometimes take Milo there to expend a bit of that boundless energy he has. I do at least remember a time of my life where I had limitless energy and drive, when a good day was going nonstop from one physical activity to the next, when I wasn’t responsible for anyone else’s welfare.
Mommy can still fit through this tunnel, believe it or not, but it’s not a graceful scene.
Playcenter is like preschool where the mom’s stay and run the show (actually the kids run the show, we just follow around picking up messes). This day someone was doing face paint and Milo requested a green tiger. Other boys were green monsters, but tigers are Milo’s fascination at the moment, so he must have figured that a green breed would be a good compromise, facilitating plenty of roaring chaos.
Whoops, not all paint is for faces. There was silence from Milo’s room for about 2 minutes, and upon investigating I discovered why. Turns out that diaper cream is not that easy to wash off.
“Whappa me up too. Mom!” Milo begged. So here we are, two little peas in their separate pods, grinning from ear to ear.
NOT FOR CONSTRUCTION….at least it gives Milo good practice at his letters. Our drawing paper is scrap from Jeremiah’s office, and recently Milo has been choosing the printed side for coloring. Jeremiah’s job may be to make sure the Gayhurst Road bridge stands up during future earthquakes, but Milo’s only concern is how many eyes to draw on his fish, his favorite animal these days.
Give It A Burl 
Molly, I know you may feel like you need extra hands (what’s that statement about all mother’s having eight arms to juggle all their responsibilities) BUT, I, for one, am SO GLAD that you take the time to take these pictures and share all these events (fun & not so fun) with all of us. Maybe some nice relaxing herbal tea in your next package too.
Thank you for brightening up a cold, snowy day here in Owego, NY. What a joy to see Milo growing and exploring…diaper crème…hmmm, imagine that IS hard to wash off particularly given it’s purpose 🙂
These photos are wonderful…LOVE the green tiger and the photo of the two peas in their pods are so sweet. Enjoy these times … frustrating as life may get at times, the memories you are making with these little ones are a priceless gift.