I have just decided that "I'm in no rush" is my motto for the day. Possibly longer. It should probably be something like "Clean your house, you filthy slob" or "Stop eating candy bars, you're getting fatter by the minute," I don't care. Today I am in no rush.
Yesterday was mostly spent outside with Eva. I think we went on 5 walks--some with her in the stroller and some with her walking. While she's in the stroller, she constantly points to everything she sees--mostly birds--and asks,"What's that?" (souding more like "Asat?") It's when she decides that she wants to walk that our little excursions take MUCH longer. See, she has entered that phase of exploration, where every single blade of grass, piece of bark, and dried up leaf is the most fascinating thing she has ever seen. She'll pick up something (for example, an acorn), look at it, then continue walking. About 10 steps later, she stops walking, bends over in this really funny way, and sets it on the ground. She remains bent over though, and picks it right back up.
She may pick it up and set it down 3 or 4 times before she stands back up with it in her hand and keeps on walking. At least, for another 10 steps or so. At this rate, it takes us an inordinate amount of time to get down the street and back. And at some points, my instinct is to say, "Come on Eva, let's keep walking."
But really--I'M IN NO RUSH. I have nowhere to be, nothing pressing to do (the mold will not be any less in the bathroom when I get back from the walk, at which point I still probably won't clean it), nothing more important to do than watch my little girl explore the wonderful outdoors. I'm so happy it's good weather and we can walk all day long with a stroller full of snacks and water. And if she wants to, we can pick up every leaf in the neighborhood. Because I'm in no rush.