The last time they played together, Samantha showed Reilly how to put mulch in her pocket, and how to go down the big kid’s slide. I am always surprised at the moxie that Reilly displays when approaching a tall slide. She’s positively fearless (which is not necessarily a good thing).
Later, Samantha invited Reilly to ride the purple dinosaur with her, and then after a snack of pretzels and some time on the swings, it was time to head home for lunch and a nap. Samantha gave Reilly a hug and a kiss, and then as we walked away, Samantha yelled, “Bwye Weilly!” every few steps.
On a day like today, when Tropical Storm Ernesto washes out any chance for outside time, I start to really miss the playground. Keeping Reilly inside is akin to caging a Tasmanian devil. As I write this, Reilly is rifling through her diaper bag, emptying it of its contents. A few moments ago, she was shrieking at the dog and then tackling her in a bear hug. Before that, she was trying to climb over the back of the couch.
To kill half an hour, and to restrain my wild child, we did some finger painting. In keeping with her fish theme, Reilly started with this painting, which I have titled, "Bear gets Salmon."
Her second painting, a quick little sketch, I titled, "Ernesto."
Soon, we ran out of room to dry her artwork,
so, we just fingerpainted right on the tray of the highchair.
We finished the session with a post-painting bath, which Reilly seemed to enjoy just as much as the fingerpainting itself.
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