Today at the park Froggy climbed up a ladder for the first time. She was so incredibly impressed with herself and said, "I'm a BIG KID now." A little boy maneuvered his way in front of her at the ladder and she said to him, "It's okay, I take turns." That's my girl.
Froggy bolts out the door the second we leave the apartment. She runs down the sidewalk towards the park, and I inevitably fumble for keys and my purse and shoes, while she's running away. Today, after catching up with her half way down the block, I grabbed her arm and said, "You wait for Mommy. Do not run away!" Froggy said, "I funny." So I said, "No you are not funny. It's dangerous to run away from Mommy." She laughed and sighed and said, "No... I funny."
Froggy is the most affectionate kid. I'm a little worried that she'll be seen as the weird "smothering kid" at the park. She'll say "hi" until you do. And she doesn't give up. Eight year old boys will not respond to a two-year-old who is waving at them or saying hello. They're just too cool. But Froggy doesn't get it. She'll say, "hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi," assuming the boy is deaf rather than too cool. And she's the big hugger at the park. Little kids love it, big kids don't understand why a toddler they've never met is suddenly attached to them. Older girls totally get it. When Froggy comes up to them, they take her under their wing like a little sister and respond to her with affection, including her in their games. Being a parent really does mean wearing your heart on your sleeve. When I see a kid reject her, or cut in front of her, or not include her in a game my heart breaks. I know I can't interfer. She has to fight her own battles, even at two. Her life has always been about love, being surrounded by love and it's tough when the rest of the world doesn't comply.