“Weddy, Set, GOW!” Naomi is swinging the play person on on the swing, and she is embracing language with both arms. She is so different from Milo. She will sit and play an imaginary game of something quietly and independently for a wee while. It’s amazing.

It’s such a novelty to me, this independent play thing. I took a picture of Naomi interacting with a toy that I had completely put away from Milo because he didn’t actually build with it, he just threw the pieces around the living room.  Milo needs another person to interact with at all times.  

“Pea-dut-bud-der!” That’s got to be the longest word she’s come out with yet, but she still ate the chocolate-smothered end of the banana first.

Naomi and I sat down by the edge of the lake, commenting on the messiness of the cow pies and the length of the black swan necks, sharing an apple back and forth. We can have real conversations now, particularly if they focus on body parts and colors and poo.

Naomi explored this pile of tires at playcentre first, then Milo decided it was a nice fit for two.

There’s my beautiful baby!  We’re at Hagley park, in the alpine garden.

I forget what we were doing this day, but it sure wore her out. She was actually asking to go to bed.  It doesn’t happen very often.