Miss Independant

The little miss has started to play on her own.  I realize this may not seem like earth shattering news but for me it’s pretty monumental. Up until now Emerson would play, but rarely would she go off and play with her own toys without wanting our attention, or getting into something that she shouldn’t (i.e. everything EXCEPT her toys), or just generally climbing all over us. 

This weekend I noticed that she was happily pulling all of her toys out of her little corner of the living room and generally playing up a storm.  Sunday morning I even sat there reading my magazine and drinking my coffee while she played beside me and it.was.glorious. 

I felt a little bit bad of course, but I remind myself she needs this.  I had gotten to be a little….overbearing perhaps which was pointed out to me about the same time I tried to keep her from falling down….in a soft playroom.  Let me repeat, we were in a room, entirely padded with only soft padded things made especially for her kids her age and I was worried about her tripping.  Oy.

As days pass I find her more and more fun to be around.  I remember back when she was nothing but a small sack of potatoes who I couldn’t get to poop and surely didn’t know what to do with.  We still worry about her poop, and I never claim to know just to do with her but man I’m having fun.