There is a great park that we have just discovered that is predominately for climbing. There are 5 swings, one slide, 2 small sandboxes, a couple of hammocks and then a lot of climbing equipment. LiLi loves this park and seems to have no fear about climbing. There is a rope bridge that connects the two big climbing appartuses and Thom has taught LiLi how to get up there and climb across. I was recently at the park with LiLi and she scaled on up and then walked across that bridge. Needless to say, it is very hard to look unconcerned but I have to admit that I admire her willingness to try this and I actually don’t remember having any fear of climbing as a child either. It is too bad that most of us tend to out grow this.

See Auntie Brett, I am growing into this dress.

This morning we were laying in bed talking and of course, as is the thought process, reviewing people who have hurt us or been hurt by us. So we had to review one of our friends who accidently hit LiLi when LiLi went up the slide the wrong way and he was swinging from a bar at the top. Then we talked about how it was an accident. Then we discussed the time where LiLi pulled one of her friends hair and that it was not nice thing to do(this happened about 4 months ago but she referred to it as yesterday) and how if you do that you go to a timeout. We talked about how that is not a nice thing to do and LiLi’s reply was “I don’t want to be mean and I don’t want to be married.”
Ah, the disjointed thought processes of a three-year old.

Poppie built LiLi a sandbox for her birthday. It has been in the process for the last couple of weeks. When we have gone to Poppie and Nana’s, we had, of course, all gone out to admire the progress but LiLi just did not get what it was going to be. Then Poppie dropped it off at our house a few days ago and because it was not full of sand, she still did not understand it. Then Sunday morning, Thom filled it with sand and we looked out the window at the sandbox now filled with sand. LiLi looked at it and when she figured out what was in it, her face broke into a huge smile. We went out and played for about one hour in the sandbox. At first, she would only sit on the edge but eventually she got right in the sandbox and played contentedly except she did think that she needed shells to make it more like the beach. Nana, of course, supplied those shells last night and this morning we went out to the sandbox again where she entertained herself at least an hour playing in the sand and with the shells. I am waiting for her to just go right into the sand versus spending the first 15 minutes sitting on the side and getting comfortable with the idea of getting dirty.

LiLi often gets a hair trim when I am getting my haircut. Of course, she loves the attention of being in the salon. Her Dad brought her last time so, of course, he brought the camera and took pictures of the haircut.

Considering things seriously

Sitting still for her trim.

Checking it out