There is something super cool that happens inside my belly when I drop a pebble or twig into the water. If I’m pretty far away from the water, there are the ripples and the time spent waiting for it to splash. If I’m down right on the bank, there’s the trickling sound and squishy stuff under my boots. All of that is nice, but there is something much more that comes over me when I kerplunk things in the water.

Today instead of being with Mommy like usual, Daddy stayed with me all day. I think he said something about her going to work, but I don’t know what that means. I guess it can’t be all that bad though, cause Mommy was pretty happy when she said goodnight to me last night.

Daddy and I went for a walk over the hills and far away (just like the little ducks!). When we got close to one of the parks that we hardly ever go to, I saw a green tennis ball on the ground. Naturally, I started telling Daddy to go and get it for me (Uhh, uhh, uhh [point finger at ball]). He did and I rolled it around on the tray of my stroller until we got to the park.

Sometimes I play a game with the person pushing my stroller. S/he give me my water, I drink it, then I give the cup back to him/her. I see a rock I like, s/he gives it to me, I play with it, then I give it back. I can repeat this many times right after each other, or not. It all depends on my mood.

As we finished our great playtime at the park, and, of course, some quality stone-throwing, a lightbulb came on in my head (lampa! lampa!): if I throw rocks in the water, and I have a soft furry green ‘rock’ in my hands, why shouldn’t I throw it? So throw it I did.

Remember at the beginning I said we went over the hills and far away? Well there were some really big hills. And I found that I didn’t need to throw my tennis ball at all. All I needed to do was drop it. This game was even better than the normal pass back and forth game. Daddy had to run really fast to get the ball and I went bumpity-bumpity in the stroller while he chased it. Whee!

Recently, I’ve been learning how to let go of things when I try to throw them. It’s hard work you know. My hand just doesn’t want to let a perfectly good stone at the creek or bouncy ball at home slip away. I am getting better though. In fact, I think I’m a professional ball thrower after today.

If you’re ever in the neighborhood and want to have some real fun that’ll make your insides tingle just like mine do, bring a tennis ball and come play with me. Actually, you don’t even need to bring a tennis ball…I find them on walks all the time. See you soon!