Margot and I are back home again, and Brodie will be home on Saturday. Whew!
Yesterday Min and I went to the playground in the afternoon. It was a hot and muggy day, and the playground was pretty empty, presumably because moms and dads and babysitters prefer air conditioning to swampy Philadelphia summers. But there was one very agile boy about Min's size near the monkey bars, and she headed his way to play.
"Look at me! Look at me!" he shouted to Margot, and he swung hand-over-hand easily from the monkey bars. I was seriously impressed - this kid was a good two inches shorter than Margot, but he swung like a monkey and dropped softly to the ground when he was finished (it was a good 8-10 foot drop). Wow, I thought. Is this kid two? (He was four, it turned out, but I see him headed to the Olympics in another 14 years.)
Margot watched, also impressed. She was not, however, ready to be outdone.
"Well..." she said, "look what I can do! I can do yoga!" she retorted (and yes, I think her tone qualified as a retort).
And she dropped into an almost-perfect downward facing dog position.
This is just another example of how Margot is more sophisticated at two than I was at 25.
I am so grateful for her every day, but mostly I am grateful for how much she makes me laugh.