Sorry with the toes

Z is spending two whole weeks away seeing all the grandparents and cousins. It's been a lot more quiet around here and A misses her brother. But it's nice to just spend time with her and let her have the whole spotlight. Lord knows, Z doesn't let her have much of it most of the time. At age 2, she tends to say funnier things, so her comments fill most of these posts so far.

She wants to be a big girl now. Wants to do what she sees grown ups do. So she wanted to push me in the porch swing instead of the other way around. I was afraid it would knock her over completely. But I let her slowly push and watched her read the speed of the swing and figure out the distance she needed to stand away from it as it swung back at her. It bumped her plenty of times, but she was ready for it and loved being the big girl in charge of the swing. "Hold on tight!" she said, as I always say to her on the swing. It kind of made me wonder if she knows why I say that to her. You can't really fall out of a porch swing the way you can topple easily out of a pliant, rubber, swingset seat. My mommy fear sets in, can she feel how she needs to hold on when she's in that seat? We've just started swinging really high these days. Silly thoughts, of course she can.

She kept pushing the porch swing higher and higher and my toes bumped into side. She took it as her fault and wanted to be polite. She said "Sorry with the toes, mommy!" so precious.