Grace is developing one heckuva independent streak. She refuses to let us help her use a spoon. She refuses to let us help her get dressed. And unlike Claire, she has no concerns about venturing away from me. Claire, on the other hand, will attempt to venture, but is always pulled back by that invisible cord that connects us.
Case in point.
Way back there, between the Cedar tree and the tree line is a teeny, tiny Grace.
In typical monkey-see-monkey-do fashion, Claire follows.
Claire is yanked back by that invisible cord.
And look who it is, little miss independent.
A bit of dirt on the knee, but no worse for the wear.
Not even so much as a hello.
I think I just met my 18-month-old self.