Clara took off walking with wild abandon. She had been a reluctant toddler before getting on her shoes and tearing around everywhere. Joining the bipeds opened her up to another venue for play. She joined the ranks of the outside players and especially liked going back and forth over the melting snow on a sunny day.
That evening Maggie crossed into untrod territory as well. She sat me down to hear her read a paragraph of Mongolian language, and didn't miss a word! She's spoken Mongolian since she was three. But now at age six she can read and write two languages. And as always, her pronunciation is better than ours, so it gives her reading a certain flair that mine lacks. It's a funny thing to admire your child, but I like it.