Warning, the following video is too long: only grandparents need endure it. Everyone else might want to fast-forward a bit.
I love that Naomi is game. She’s strong and capable and coordinated (well, for a 2 year old). She’s not afraid to give anything a go. She grins and puts her wheel up to the edge of the slope, wings down with a frightful front tire shimmy, then goes back up to try the next highest one. Maybe it’s the advantage of the second born–she assumes anything Milo does, she can do too. And she’s nearly always right.
Milo is DETERMINED. This massive box of diapers was delivered to our front door a couple weeks ago, when I was sick and decidedly low energy. “I’ll just leave it there for daddy to deal with,” I told Milo, and plopped down on the grass to rest. He had other plans. He pushed the box down a flight of concrete stairs and then rolled it end-over-end back up the driveway. Take a look at that set jaw.
Naomi is DELIGHTED. She sure thought this playground merry-go-round was fun! I kept waiting for her to turn green, but she must have a stronger stomach than I. Even Milo decided to be the driver after a while, but Naomi just kept spinning.