4th of July. Lilly learned to jump off the diving board at Michael's house. First she ran to the end like her brother and sister but was not going to go in. Then the third time, with me floating under there, not thinking she'd do it, she just ran and leaped. Right in. Her little purple polka dot thrift store bathing suit skirt parachuting up and then submerged. She came up, surprised that she did it herself. "Wanna do it again," she said.
The five year old at the party who swam with a floating airbag around him watched from the "bathtub" (hot tub) as this little wisp of a Lilly, at 3 is swimming like a drowning sailor, and leaping off the ship into trechearous waters. This is an amazing girl. She has already accomplished more in her 3 years than I have in many years. It's a honor to watch her life, and be cast as this massive role as Mom.
After she jumped off the diving board a million times, she started just running to the end, and then giving a double thumbs up, with her thumbs kind of flat on her hand. It was like a retarted person's thumbs up. Why she was even gving us the thumbs up, we're not sure, but it was funny.
Then we watched fireworks, the first year she really can figure out what's going on. The first three she just sat there, staring at them. That's what's great about kids. When something miraculous or just plain interesting happens, they don't overreact like kids do on tv. Real kids just sit there, in studious wonder. After the third firework, she remembered her voice and was able to say "WHOA!!"
In the car on the way home, she said "Goin to the next party?" "Wanna do it again." And when she didn't see anymore fireworks out the window, she said "Where is them?"
She's sleeping now. The littlest firecracker.
