I think I only had to wait two days to meet our precious new boy, and what a wee treasure he is. Wow, one. Time does indeed fly.
Be Prepared For A Wild Time
Who's behind that ferocious mask?
As the afternoon wore on, I noticed my sweet Giddy-Up looking a bit forlorn, so I asked if he'd like to go to creek. Silly question. I left the birthday boy with the other adults and off we went. Don't you wish you could bottle the joy that is found in throwing a rock into the creek. We played there for some time, and he bravely travelled through the troll tunnel by himself. Next, up the tree fort. He found three yard darts in the yard and just about every seven minutes for the next thirty, those darts became something new, with a new game, with new rules. "This red one is fire Gramerly, and the blue ones are water." "See if you can use the fire to knock out the water."
I never tire of watching the way a little one can take some odd objects and a tree and create all kinds of interesting things for us do. This is how learning is supposed to happen.