My poor little girl. I've been keeping her cooped up and I haven't even thought that much about it. She's been so good, but that's really no excuse—a growing girl needs fresh air, green grass and blue skies. Well, today I took V to the park. It's a lovely park, full of mature trees and wide open spaces. To say that V felt joy in being there would be an understatement.
I think she pretty much looked like this the whole time:
We were there for a good 90 minutes with V alternately running around flapping her arms in glee or stopping to explore grass, trees, leaves, moss.
Can one be both calm and exuberant? In the out-of-doors, I think so. There's a very busy street that runs right alongside the park, but V didn't even notice it—I barely did. Old trees are serene; they can't help but be so.
V took home with her a rock, a small stick and a large piece of bark.
We're definitely going back soon, maybe tomorrow.