I love going for walks with Silas. Even though it takes FOR. EV. ER. to get to the mailbox and back…He notices things, and talks about everything, and I love it.
He asks me about the cows, and talks to them (“Thank you for giving us your milk, cow!”). He points out squirrels and birds.
Ender comes along, and the two of them are becoming good friends. Silas always wants to see what Ender is digging up. He hopes it’s a vole, because those are funny and they run.
I’m glad I’ve been able to convince him to go out for walks again. He went through a long phase of refusing. I was both frustrated and concerned about this, but, from talking with other moms of his peers, it’s not uncommon. Some of my friends who have older children told me that they remembered each of theirs going through that, and that gave me some comfort, as their children practically live outside now.
Of course, all of this progress was right before the couple of days when the temperature hit the single digits. He’s barely been out all this week; the cold has been just brutal. I hope this doesn’t put us back where we started.
I hope we’re able to play outside more soon, because…
We have another little explorer ready to head out! She can walk all the way to the neighbors’ house (about half a mile) under her own power. She keeps trying it, which is a little distressing…