Wintry Weekend

16 Dec Wintry Weekend

The other day we had quite a snowstorm. The roads seemed unsafe, so I cancelled all our activities for the day and stayed home to bake Christmas cookies. I also took Camilla outside to play in the snow a little bit, which was so much fun–until she fell and scraped her cheek on the picnic table! She started crying, so we went inside, but she just cried harder. I think she wanted to go back out!

“But I wasn’t finished playing!”

Last night we finally found snow boots that fit Camilla’s tiny feet. Here she is modeling them for us.

Today was another stormy day. Even church was cancelled because they had no power and the roads were blocked! So Todd and I stayed home marvelling at Camilla’s newfound desire to walk. Up until now, she preferred crawling, which she did very well. Today she actually chose to take a few steps on her own, rather than plopping down and crawling between furniture. It was exciting!

And I have to add some notes about her brilliance, which I’m sure you will just shrug off as Mommy bragging about her typical child as if she’s exceptional. I don’t care–she’s exceptional to us! So, let me share Camilla’s few words: Dada, Mama, Hi, Duck, and Dog (sometimes). She can also bark like a dog (I know, we’re so proud) and kiss (smack her lips). Just this week we started to realize that she really does hear and understand practically everything that’s going on! Camilla and I were driving in the car and “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” was playing on the radio. Towards the end of the song, I heard my little girl smacking her lips in the back seat!

Now here’s some background for my next note: Todd plays the drums and his drumset is in our basement. The other night, he asked Camilla if she wanted to play the drums and she immediately crawled (ran, almost) over to the basement door! Amazing child!

Today, Todd’s watch, which he rarely wears except during workouts, was lying on the end table. Camilla became interested in it and then she came over to me and started examining my watch. That might not seem special, except that the watches look nothing alike at all–mine looks more like jewelry and his is a plastic exercise watch. Perhaps I’m too easily impressed. But maybe that’s what being a parent is all about–watching the world unfold in a whole new way through the eyes of your child.