I try to take the little one on a walk around the neighbourhood at least once a day. Today we made it out to one of our favourite spots, a pond along a nature trail. Nora napped in the stroller and I stood watching the ducks bathe and swim about. Sometimes there are frogs croaking, but mostly the only sound is the wind in the trees and grass. It's quite peaceful, and the only other people I saw on the path were other mothers' out with their little ones. Today I got to save this little guy from being squashed on the path and re-positioned him on what I took to be a delicious looking leaf. Hopefully he grows up to be a beautiful butterfly, although I can't be sure that's what he will become, could just be a moth, but moths can be just as beautiful. The little one was asleep, so she never got to see him, but I want to teach her to do the same. I am one of those people that still stops to fling a worm off a sidewalk or escort a ladybug in my hand to a branch, and I won't kill bugs in the house (I insist on saving them and putting them outside). Maybe I'm a softy, but I can't resist helping out the little guys.
Yesterday, while out on a walk with my husband and the little one we saw a rabbit hop by our path and head towards one of the houses on our street. I stopped the stroller and pointed him out to the babe, but the stubborn rabbit wouldn't move, so to her he was invisible. After some key jingling and a little close walking he moved enough for her to catch a peak before he scooted under a bush. I love the rabbits in our neighbourhood, but then again I don't have flowers or plants for them to destroy, haha.
On another note, my little baby is starting to show an appreciation for art, or at least my art. I decided to use some of the small paintings I had done, the centrepieces at my husband and my wedding, for decoration in the babe's room. Today she climbed her bookshelf to grab one of them. I grabbed her before she could get it, thoughts of her chewing paint in my mind, and she started to have a fit. I figured since I was holding her it would be OK to give her the one she wanted to see, as I could grab it if canvas headed toward mouth. But instead she looked at it, moved it around with her hand and felt the front and back of the painting. My heart swelled thinking 'she likes my art', she likes paintings, and maybe my putting this in her room will give her a start on loving some of the things mommy loves as well. If she grows up wanting to go to art gallery's and museums with me I would be on cloud 9. The best part about her looking at my paintings now, if she is harshly critiquing them I have no idea, to me it's all just oohs and ahhs. After a couple minutes, with thoughts of swallowed paint still on my mind, I took the painting away. With her little protests in my ear, I closed the door to her room and used the best distraction I know our house offers; I put her next to our cat, and she went about tugging out her hair. Poor kitty, but she sure doesn't mind putting up with the little one.
P.S. The painting was purple, further proof our baby loves the colour.
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