There are few moments in our lives when M is in her own little world. She usually prefers to interact with us. Even when she is playing independently, which she does fairly often and fairly well, she is usually babbling to us about whatever she's doing or she's chatting it up with her babies so that we are (sometimes painfully) aware of what's going on. She obviously gets this talkative trait from her mother. Although if you knew her father, he talks as much, if not more, than I do.
These tiny little flowers captivated her. We went out to fly her kite, but she could not have cared less about the kite. She spent so much time wondering around, looking at the flowers, inspecting them. She only picked a few, preferring to gently touch them and move on to the next blossom. She was oblivious to the kite, the wind, her father and me. She was completely captivated.
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