"Lane, what are you doing?" ..."Can I play too?" Could that be what she's thinking? Maybe a few more months until she is pounding on his door, trying her best to be included. As she spots him on the basketball court, we do all we can to stop her from running out to get him. (Here Lane is watching Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs on his ipod. Ash thinks she is watching it too.)
His social life on most weekends busier than ours, he is an active "tween"-age kid. If he's not playing in a basketball tournament--he's had 6 this season already--he is at a birthday party or some other function. I know it's only the start of what's to come. We already have to book our time with him in advance (with a secretary).
At 18 mo., Ashlyn is the typical toddler: climbing on everything, thinking she can do all that we do, resisting help with most activities on most occasions, learning words and fine motor skills, enjoying new sights like planes, frogs, flowers, and other animals. A sweetheart, she is. (Her most recent doctor visit measured her at 36.25 in. and 33+ lbs., confirming the 100th perc. yet again.)
Getting closer to the start of potty-training, Ash currently uses the hallway as her private spot. (Here she's peaking out to see if we are checking for her.)
(Lane and Matt designed the maze, and we helped conduct the timed runs for 7 nights.)
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