18mo

Daughter turned 18 months old today and we celebrated by spending ALL afternoon at the park, skipping two bottles (her choice) and eating chocolate graham crackers.

I consider an outing successful when she's covered in bark, dirt and stained hands. This might be an anomaly in parenting as I watch other parents shriek "Damion, DON'T SIT DOWN, the sand is wet"! They run over to wipe their child's mouth after every meal while mine goes round with chocolate ring around the mouth. I'm not sure where I developed this casual style but she seems happy poking at everything in sight and there's always time at the end of the day for a bath. I also don't help her climb and rarely help her onto playground toys. She has to learn to do it herself, besides, I'm too busy taking photos.

Well right-o then, on with the photos:


I swear these pants looked dirtier in real life, she had rolled in the bark several times, they must be good pants to brush off so well.



Hands dirty from crushing berries of a Dahoon Holly and fresh mushrooms.

The best part of the day - she learned to go down the tunnel slide head first! I was over the moon with pride!!!



We stayed out long enough that upon coming home I only had to hear the animatronic plush 30+ times. They might not last till Christmas.