Spring is in the New York air. Women are exposing their sunburned chests on the subway. Fancy model-types are doing photo shoots on the streets. The mole people have crawled out of the sewers and started selling hot dogs in Central Park. And Cheeky can finally get out of the house.
It had been a long, long winter. A little chilly, some mild precipitation, and generally gloomy going back to at least Thanksgiving, if not back to 2002. But the last few days have been glorious: sunny, dry, comfortable...perfect. That means there's been plenty of playground time for the Cheekster.
She loves to "climb" ladders yelling "SELF! SELF!" while we hover behind her to keep her from cracking her head open. She'll get to the top of the spiral slide, yell "FUN", then sit down for ten minutes while other kids push past her. (I need to teach her to collect tolls so daddy can buy some more video games). But best of all she'll run in circles for an hour and a half, then pass out for twelve hours straight at night. It's a small price to pay for having evenings to ourselves.
Cheeky's vocabulary, meanwhile is also blossoming like weeds through the sidewalk cracks. Before Bachelor Week it was all one-word sentences, but now she's putting things together like "daddy feet" and "eat sausage more." It's always a big milestone when your child passes Tarzan's language skills. (You're next, Tonto!) She's also adept at inventing words, including "yodayo" (i.e. water) and "purpo" (i.e. computer). So "yodayo tub" means "fill it up! I'm sticky and smell like a monkey cage" and "purpo hat" means "I don't care if you're reading your e-mail. Open up the 'Elmo-makes-a-hat' game and let's waste an hour of your life." It's cute, and it sure the hell beats "dis! dis!" as a formal request. I'm sure Oodgie was tired of being my Babel fish.