Mike and I have each been trying to have more one-on-one time with Annie where we leave our house. And when I say “leave our house” I mean for more than just errands. When Mike has his time with Annie he usually takes her to the movies. When it’s my turn I usually arrange a play date, but yesterday I wanted some time with just my girl, so I decided to be spontaneous. Well, as spontaneous as one can be with a two and a half-year-old. I put Annie on her bike and pushed her to the playground at the end of our street.
Just before we left, I grabbed my camera. I haven’t picked it up much lately…when I’m feel especially down I forget about my camera, and with everything going on this summer I decided to take a semester off from taking classes. But something told me to bring my camera, so I did. Annie saw it over my shoulder and was excited. “Mama, you gonna take pick-shures? You gonna take pick-shures of Annie?”
She had a ton of fun at the playground. I like taking her there because it’s fenced in, so she can run around like a little loon and I don’t have to worry. There are a couple different swing sets, a few jungle gyms, and tons of grass. As she played in the different places, she said, “Mama, take my pick-shure! Mama, I say ‘cheeeeeeese!'” When it was time to leave the playground, she didn’t put up a fight; instead she said, “Can we look at the pick-shures of Annie?”
I loaded all the photos onto my computer, and then Annie sat next to me while I scrolled through them. She described what was happening in every single picture, but in her “Annie” way. I was cracking up. The stuff that comes out of her mouth is endlessly amusing.
This is why I wish everyone had an Annabel.