Coordination

While it feels sometimes like I am living life through the eyes of someone reading a child development textbook, this summer in particular Ms. Crazy Preschooler has changed in two major ways.

First of all, her hair is growing . . . more crazy every day. Dr. Pediatrician called her Medusa this evening on our walk through the marsh, and I think it might stick. There are strands of hair on her head that constantly shift in an indescribable fashion.

Second of all, she has suddenly, right before my eyes, become amazingly coordinated. At the beginning of the summer, her running would barely keep up with my walking. She'd tentatively climb the slide at the playground and delicately slide down the slowest one. Now when she runs ahead of my I'm not so sure I could keep up even if I were running myself (something I avoid at all costs) and she bounds up the slide at the playground zooming down the biggest, fastest one she can find. She jumps off furniture constantly (which drives me crazy, but I am certain has a lot to do with this sudden leap of coordination)
and climbs up contraptions that make me queasy.

This evening on our walk through the marsh Ms. Crazy Preschooler was bounding ahead, lagging behind to gather selective pieces of foliage and bounding ahead again as I took these pictures. She is a regular foliage packrat, always searching out sticks, leaves, rocks, feathers, and other treasures which she stores in the newspaper mailbox outside the side door of our house.