Well, I tried womanfully to get a fabulous picture of Eva leaping, which is one of her favorite activities right now, but between her being sick for a while and lots of rain, no such luck. So here is our "great leap". What's the symbology here?
The other day we went to Araha Beach (one of the more civilized/fake sand/fake rocky outcrops/netted in the summertime beaches). It also has a pirate ship playground and a zipline swing, so it's more or less heaven for the Good News Girl. We ended up on the beach, of course, and that's where the great leap happened. Eva waded in the water, loving every freezing moment of it. She invited me in. I tried, and could not do it. It was just too cold. And at that moment, I felt our roles reverse. Instead of me being the adventurous mom, encouraging my baby in new explorations of the world, I became the lag-behind mom, not able to keep up with her crazy kid. That sounds negative, but it's not. I'm excited for her to enjoy this new phase in life.