Lately Olivia has been very interested in climbing, but since we live on one level and don't have room for climbing toys she mostly climbs me. I spend a lot of the day lying or sitting on the floor while she tries to scale me. This is what that looks like.
These are the little pieces of her late babyhood/early toddlerhood that I'm going to miss, just like I miss the "interminable" hours of holding her while she slept on my shoulder as a newborn. I'm trying to remember the good stuff as it happens, even when it's disguised as boring, repetetive, or mundane stuff. These are good summer days. These are good times.