Climbing off of one of the riding thingies at our apartment complex’s playground. We just love the look of pure childhood happiness in this photo.
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Nyan has always had a thing for lining things up just so – especially his toys. A few weeks ago, back before we had much furniture in our new place, Nyan had lots and lots of room to play – and to line up his cars.
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Nyan used to be a bit skittish around water. Washing his hair – especially the rinsing part – was an exercise in patience and crying. He tolerated going in the pool with Daddy at swim lessons, but just barely. He even went through a phase when he refused to take baths, so we could only sponge him down. (This was only a couple weeks long, thankfully).
I think it’s fair to see he’s over that skittishness. He loves playing in the pool, he doesn’t fuss at all when we’re washing his hair, and he runs through fountains no matter what he’s wearing or what else is going on.
Here he is a couple weeks back, on a Sunday evening in a part of town called Clarke Quay. It’s got lots of bars and restaurants, and also a big fountain with lots of colored lights. Nyan was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Or like a fish to water? He didn’t actually splash around, for which we were thankful, since we were on our way to dinner. But he certainly has come a long way.
A few weeks back, we were all having dinner at a local shopping mall when this 18-month-old boy came up to Nyan. They checked each other out, and then Nyan started dancing. Then the kid started dancing. Before we knew it we had an old-fashioned dance-off going on!
I’m not sure who won. See what you think:
We haven’t lived there in a few years, and frankly we worry about its sanity sometimes, but America remains where Nyan was born, and he’s not shy about showing his red white and blue, especially on the 4th of July. Here he is on the walk to school today. And no, he’s not pontificating about the importance of separating church and state, nor railing against dangerously loose interpretations of the Second Amendment. Instead, he’s excitedly pointing out a passing construction truck. Like any good American.