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To the Creek!

For the past three days now, Zoe has asked that we go in to the creek. This started on Sunday, after Nana arrived, and the weather was just starting to get nice again. She had her coat, and her backpack, and her boots, and her skirt.



She did an excellent job navigating through the water and over the rocks. There was an excellent display of balance and courage, while still asking me which path was the best to take to reach a certain spot. Monday night, as soon as I got home, there was the question, "Daddy, can we go in the creek." So we got dressed, this time in shorts, since it was warmer out, grabbed a sieve and a walking stick and did some more exploring.



It was a lot of fun and we picked up a few extra rocks and pieces of broken pottery for her collections. On Tuesday night, again, as soon as I walked in the door, I was asked to head down to the creek. She was convinced that it would be better to wait until after dinner, this way we would both have more energy to play. This night started off similarly, with a skirt and some boots, but soon the boots came off and there were bare feet in the water.



Then, once she realized she had free reign to get in to the water, Cheryl brought down a bathing suit and towel so that she could really get in there. Again, her agility at climbing around the rocks was impressive. She did most of it on her own, but I was always there to lend a hand if she needed to be pulled from the water or get across a large gap.



She seems to really love that creek and I am super happy we have it as part of our yard. Now I just need to work on an easier way of getting down there, since right now she holds on piggyback-style as we make our descent.

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