Chloe is going through this stage where she wants to be first. When I take her and Cole to school, she wants to go inside before he does. When we're about to eat supper, she wants her plate before anyone else gets theirs. When she and Cole are taking medicine, she insists I give Cole his after she gets hers.
Chloe is fascinated by the steep hill we have in our backyard. She likes nothing more than to walk down it, then back up it, repeating the process several times over. I have to admit it helps in getting her tired out before bedtime, and I often use that to my advantage.
From the other room, I watched Chloe standing in the middle of the living room. She raised her arms out beside her, looked down at the floor and slowly started turning in a circle. After a few turns, she became more confident and turned faster.
Faster and faster she went, a grin on her face as wide as her outstretched arms. Suddenly, she stumbled. Her smile faltered. It was replaced with an expression of shock and concern. "Uh-oh," she said as she plopped to the floor, a victim of both dizziness and gravity.
Each night before I go to bed, I go into Chloe and Cole's rooms to check on them.
I make sure they're not about to roll off the edge of their beds. I make sure they're tucked under the covers. I stand there and watch their sweet slumber for a minute or two, then I steal one - or several - last kisses.
As you well know, we've had some real weather excitement over the last week or so. Stormy weather always brings about a trying time in the Myers household. The reason is because Cole doesn't like thunder. In fact, it terrifies him.