Loads of things are better with a two year old. Swimming, eating, thinking, hanging about, basically everything. One thing that is not better with a two year old is being sick. Being sick with a two year old is tough. Being sick with a two year old with loads of stuff to do is double tough. I am not fond of it. Roby really does her best with some super boring floppy, grumbly parents, but it’s not easy. For her or for us. 

But it’s a bit of a summer cold, I expect it to pass by the weekend, or I hope it will.

It’s too beautiful in this early part of the end of summer to be inside as much as we have been the past few days. It’ll rain most of the day tomorrow, so we’ll be indoors for that, but hopefully we can go to the library or the grocery store. That’d be nice, I think. 

Last winter she could barely walk, the winter before that she was a lil’ worm. This winter she needs exercise and stuff to do that’s more engaging than our living room can provide, nice as it is. We’re going to be keeping that wood stove -choochin- while we dance and sing songs and don’t wear pants. Because potty training s very much in the works, I’ll have you know.