When I came home, Anselm, Eliot and I threw some leftovers into a bag and headed up to Volunteer Park for a picnic on the huge, sunlit lawn, where the kids climbed trees and Anselm and I threw the ball around. On the way, and there, we saw and talked and played with no fewer than four neighbour/school families. It's really great to go to a playground and know everyone on it.
Eliot is getting increasingly covered in cuts, scrapes and bruises as she is ramping up both her speed and her daring. She loves to walk 'balancing' around the pond rim-- no topples in yet--; her radius of comfort in separation is getting alarmingly wide; she was extremely excited to be put up in the tree and tried to clamber up higher; and she was thrilled when 7 year old Emma from over the road pushed her for some extra-vigorous swinging. She tumbled down a couple of steps on the climbing gym and cried but was quickly diverted by curiosity about the purpling elbow that resulted. She is going to be strong, and fierce, and mighty.
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