

On the first Thursday of Spring Break, I took Miles and his friend Evan out to the nature trail for a playdate (Noah was at a friend's house and Griffin was home hanging out with Mike). They LOVED being out there to run around, climb across the stream on rocks, and just be silly outside of the confines of their classes.



While Miles was crossing the stream, his feet slipped off of a rock and into the water. He paused and then yelled, "Oh, yeah!" Then, he proceeded to stomp through the river (very rough video here - somehow I was taking it in RAW, couldn't focus it, etc...). On the surface, its a pretty boring video, but for me, its amazing. Miles spent y-e-a-r-s hating to get wet (outside of a following-the-rules wet situation...bath, pool, ocean, etc..). When he was younger, if he spilled a d-r-o-p of water on his shirt (or shorts, socks, etc.), he would take them off immediately. If he was outside playing and it started to rain, he would panic (I can still hear him in my head yelling, "Ahhhh!! I'm wet!!") I thought he'd hold to this aversion forever; but apparently he's been dropping it slowly over the past couple of years. Seeing him in the stream hit me: our first born isn't quite so little anymore...he is growing up and coming into his own...love it!
As we left, Evan said "Ms Brooke, that was SO FUN! Can we come back tomorrow?!" Counting down until summer, my friend. Counting down until summer. :)









































