A walk to remember as told from a two year old's view
Our new house has endless, beautiful walking trails. It's now become the adventure of the evening, Baby Boo and I and sometimes, Boo. We went hiking up a "mountain", otherwise known as a dirt mound. To her it was a mountain and she told me so. "Look, I cimbed da mountin." Took a drink from a flowing water fall, otherwise known as the drinking fountain and it was the greatest challenge for Baby Boo since eating her sandwich together without taking out the meat. We got close to the wildlife. "Momo, a fie is on you. Get it! He's gon bite you." My response: "Flies are nice. They just like us cause we smell good." Next, we climbed a tree. Well, not really, the branch was growing on the ground but to Baby Boo, she "cimbed" a tree. Then, we smelled the flowers. Her comment, "Mmm, it smells nice." I thought they stunk but I agreed that it smelled good. (Didn't want to be a negative Nancy.) Then, we ran a small kilometer race. Slight exageration, she ran, I watched and screamed every now and then, "Don't run so fast, be careful, don't fall." I got sweaty just watching her. Then, Baby Boo stopped suddenly and said, "Hear dat? Hear dat?" Actually, I didn't hear anything. Then I listened carefully and I heard it too. It was a bird whistling. Only a kid could hear the music of nature. On our way home, we practiced, "Look both ways." She didn't quite get the both ways concept and looked up and then down and then up toward the sky again. I guess that concept was way over her head. By the time we got back, she was exhilarated, I was exhausted. She drank her juice and with a smile on her face said, "That was fun, Momo!"
Lover of God, my awesome husband, Pastor J, my kids, bonus kids, furkids and chocolate. I'm a writer, with a passion for anything creative. I am silly, clumsy, honest, faithful and often times, pathetic but so thankful that God loves me just as I am.