November 2009
Last time we saw my friend Megan's daughter Neely, she was Abby's age, Abby was Caleb's age, and Caleb was just a little Peanut. Seeing Neely riding around at the beach back then convinced us that Abby should have one of these cool walking bikes when she was old enough. Almost a year and a half later, Abby's old enough to ride, and Neely's old enough to show her how. Crazy how time flies. (Even crazier is the fact that just a decade ago, Megan and I were dumpster diving to get the inside scoop on what was really in the lunchroom's chicken nuggets for the school paper, and today we're responsible for children.)Megan and I had a great time catching up with each other and enjoying some Mexican food at one of our hometown's finest establishments, El Sombrero No. 1. The girls played well together, and poor Abby tried desperately to keep up with the older, more mature Neely, but she simply cannot yet (a) stay in the lines when she colors, (b) ride a bike that fast, or (c) dress a Polly Pocket doll by herself. But she sure is motivated after seeing a friend do all those things.
Both Caleb and Abby seem to be growing so much as a result of all the one-on-one attention they're getting from so many adults this week. Caleb's showing off by mimicking noises (mama, dada and muah, among others), high fiving and climbing to the third step all by himself. Abby's developed a fascination with the "big girl bed" next to her crib in my old room and asks every night and at naptime if she can sleep there instead. I guess we'll be setting up a twin bed when we get home.
Folly Beach, July 2008
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