Claire got a bike for her birthday last month and she loves it. (As children tend to do.) We took her to a park this morning, where there is a big, wide loop around a bunch of soccer fields. We told her to ride as far and as fast as she wanted. She looked at us hesitantly and I could see the words in her mind start to form.
"For....real? As fast as I want? Are they serious??!"
She whooped and hollered the whole way, making noise at the top of her lungs to see how loud she could go, how far her voice would carry and the different octaves she could hit.
Claire at age three/almost-three was so hard for me to manage this summer, but the past few weeks have been a welcome respite. She's more understanding and empathetic. She has developed a delicately wry sense of humor. She's still resistant to the idea of naps, bedtime and the word "no" but her other sweet moments and days like today really make up for the ones that make me want to pull my hair out.
As Charlotte turns the corner to six months, when things start to get reallllllly fun with babies, Claire seems to turned her own as well. We've got 11 more months of three, but things are good now. Really good.