We had late naps today, so as soon as everybody was up, I packed us up in the car and headed to the grocery store to get some produce that I would need for dinner. We got home at 6, which is normally when we are sitting down for dinner, so I threw Eli in his highchair with some cereal (since he's totally digging the fingerfood thing... my little garbage disposal!). Alex was not content to sit inside while I made dinner (a quick one- quesadillas), and since I couldn't quite cook with her literally wrapped around my leg (which is where she has been stuck for the last few weeks), I opened up our patio door, gated up the stairs on our back deck, and let her go. She has her sand box out back, and I just got the kids a bubble machine, so I threw that out there as well. And then I stayed inside and made dinner. It was so odd not to be what I think is referred to as a helicopter mom, hovering around her every move, ready to jump in and save her from some great peril. All I had to do was shout out some warnings to her through the window (Alex, do not stick your hand in the bubble machine! Alex, do not stick the chalk in the bubble machine! Alex, do not put the sand in the bubble machine! Alex get your mouth off the bubble machine!). It was so great. She's growing up, and I am seeing the changes happen. The maturity, the understanding, the awareness, the thirst for knowledge of the world around her. It's amazing to see. I can't even say it was bittersweet to cut some of the strings attaching us today. I loved it. I am ready for her to grow and learn and become an independent woman. As long as I get to watch it all unfold. (Of course, I say all this now. Wait till Eli is at this stage, and I will be having to fight back my uterus and the accompanying longings for itty bitty babies with a bat.)
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