It was grey and gloomy yesterday afternoon, but the rain held off all day. After nap, I asked Milo if he’d like to go outside. “NO!!!” was the answer. He ran off to play with his trains. Later, he put some Curious George stickers on a piece of a paper (and in his hair), then did some crayon scribbling for a whole eight minutes or so. That’s the longest he’s spent doing any inside, non-train related activity in months, so maybe going to preschool is having an effect after all.
Finally, around 5:30, it started to rain. Pour, actually. Naturally, Milo asked to go outside. “It’s WAININ’ MAMA! Go outside?” So we did.
He hopped off his scooter a few times to stomp in some good puddles.
Rode his scooter through the rain like a man possessed, fueled by his desire to always “go faster? fastest?” weather be damned, stopping abruptly at each corner to wait for mama.
He’s discovered a favorite route around the neighborhood for these afternoon walks. He knows which are the longest blocks with the smoothest sidewalks that will require the least amount of stopping and disembarking. He also found a tiny little ramp by an elementary school. “I go fast, mommy. Watch!” as he pushes furiously down the ramp. I stand guard on the sidewalk to catch him before he can zip out into the street. It’s a fun game.
Then we walk down to Fulton Street to the health food store, where he pops his head in and greets the store owner with a “Hi guys! How doin’?” The owner is a really nice guy who’s seen Milo around since he was born and always comments on how big he’s getting. He also has a lollipop ready for Milo each time, which is, of course, why Milo loves this store so much. “Thank you VERY much! BYE!” he calls out. Then he hands the scooter over to me, “you hold this pwease,” so he can concentrate on the important task of eating his lollipop. I’ve offered to pay for the lollipops several times, but the guy always waves me off with a smile and “that’s what they’re there for!” I love my neighborhood.
The sun is out today for the first time this week. I assume this means that Milo will get stroppy this afternoon for some reason or another and refuse to go outside.
(Also, sorry for the crappy cell phone pics. I can’t find our camera anywhere, which is a major bummer because I feel like I’m missing out on documenting Zachary’s days. Sad face.)