posted by Kristi
on Thursday, June 05, 2008 at 12:00 AM
I'm a foul weather type of girl. I love rainy and dismal days, where it's so dark that it can be 2 o'clock and you're not sure whether it's 2am or 2pm. Thunderstorms are just about my favorite type of weather system (as long as my Internet connection stays on: Must.Have.Wifi.). Sunny days? Eh. Who needs 'em? The rain and the gloom are far more interesting, don't you think?
That said, when you're responsible for a very active toddler and you're living in a very small house that's already overrun with playthings guaranteed to occupy her for hours and ensure her eternal happiness (here's a newsflash: we marketing writers are excellent liars), the walls tend to close in around you, and often.
This is when I appreciate the days that don't preclude taking the party outside.
We've had several nice days here lately, albeit not in a row. So we've been outside a lot.
This is a water table. If you have a toddler, buy one now. Trust me when I tell you it will occupy your kid like nothing else will. Crack heads have weaker addictions than the one Isabella has to this table.
My friend Marie
found this awesome tandem doll stroller, so Isabella could wheel around her own "twins." I'm crossing my fingers that she doesn't expect her brother and sister to have fur and webbed feet.
It's long been a dream of my daughter's to try out for American Gladiators. I've worked hard developing a training schedule for her, so four days a week, you'll find her practicing The Wall.
Isabella is all about the disappearing act these days. Hiding her face behind a pillow, crouching behind a table and then telling me she's hiding, and especially hiding her hands in the sand.
Swinging allows Isabella's comb-over to blow in the breeze, loud and proud.
And of course, what's (almost) summer without a little Ultimate Etch-A-Sketch?
But at the end of the day, Isabella is a word nerd, just like her mother. Her energy level may appear to be that of a toddler whose sippy cups are full of Red Bull instead of milk, but when all the outside fun and games are over, she likes to bury her head in the newspaper and bitch about the sorry state of the world we live in. At least we have this in common.