He just falls on me without trying to hard to catch himself. Sometimes he rolls over me, sometimes he gets me in the face, and other times he catches me in more sensitive areas. I'm just excited that he's having fun in a way that doesn't include singing the ABC Song or counting to thirty. Along with his willingness to go down the slide sometimes, Anders is getting more sure of himself regarding physical activity. I have to keep reminding myself that he only started walking 6 months ago even though he's sort of 2 plus now.
By the way, Saturday is Anders Liberation Day (ALD). I'm hoping that Anna's allergies will be under control enough that we can go out for my birthday/ALD. Fourteen weeks ago, I was living with my in-laws in the north woods, while now I'm settling into the buckle of the Sunbelt. For Fourteen weeks two years ago, we waited and waited, and Anna pumped, and we waited some more. We saw summer turn to fall, and blew through fall to winter.
It was 90 here today, again. It's supposed to be cooling off so that the Floodwater Mosquitoes might start to die tonight. Along with meeting throngs of the Floodwater Mosquitoes at the zoo, they seem to have also found a natural habitat at the bathroom closest to my room at school. My door opens to the out-of-doors (the Rushmore Quad) so I'm lucky they haven't found their way to my room yet. Tomorrow our highs are supposed to be in the 60s, but it's going to take more than a weather forecast to convince me that it won't be 90 tomorrow and for the foreseeable future. This might be too much of a good thing. I do think, however, that all the sunshine has made my disposition more pleasant.
Good night and ...Body Slam!
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