Bittybartfast turns 2 this week - she's in the "repeating things" phase of language development. (You usually can't understand more than just the vowels and an occasional consonant, but still . . .)
We had some formal family pictures done today at a local park. The photographer was amazing - we had a whole hour for just our family, so we took the girls to the pond and fed the ducks and let them be cute and it was great. Bittybartfast had this obsession with charging straight at the ducks full-speed, which nearly landed her in the pond a few times, but it was the one time she'd actually smile so we tried to find a good balance between letting her run and trying to curtail her enthusiasm.
Until she managed to zip past me and go straight into the pond. It's got a cement retaining wall, so it's a good three feet deep even at the edges. I caught the back of her shirt, but it turns out her shirt was stretchier than I expected, so she still went in over her head for a fraction of a second until I hauled her back out again. Needless to say, she was MAD.
So DH is holding her, the photographer is taking some pictures because it really was hilarious, and Bittybartfast is absolutely dripping with pondwater.
DH: "Are you mad?"
DH: "Was that cold water?"
Bittybartfast, with the biggest sourpuss put-on pout ever: "COLD WATER!!!!!!!"
The photographer and I both nearly fell over laughing, but I think she got some good pictures
And if this teaches Bittybartfast a bit more of a healthy respect for not running while around water, I'm okay with that . . .