I wait and wait and wait for spring and summer through the longest winter months of the year, and then I freaking blink and it's August.
I have to admit I haven't been taking full advantage of summer or the summer things. Taking the kids to a pool, or lake, or park, or farm or whatever just sometimes sounds like too much work alone (and all the mothers who take 4+ kids to outings alone laugh....go ahead, it's cool). The thing is, I'd rather just wait and do it all together when Declan is home. Sue me.
But I'm in this phase where I feel guilty-non-stop about where we live. Don't laugh. I know that having a warm, nice home is a blessing. It's just---I grew up with a yard to explore and neighborhood to play in. We spent endless hours outdoors, and the truth is, we have no yard here with townhomes and it's not ideal for kid-exploring. I want that for Emeline. Like, I feel that somehow I'm majorly gypping her childhood years and I feel guilty about it. Yet, we're in no place to move for a good long time, and that sort of bums me out. ANYWAY.
This wasn't about being all boo-hoo'ey, because we're blessed with a home and we know that. It's just--we have to really take advantage of exploring other places, and getting her outdoor fix from parks and playgrounds and ponds and other things.
So last night we did just that.
To say Em was excited was understatement of the year.
Lucy was indifferent.
Where you takin' me, woman?
Oh, I get to roam free? This is awesome now. Peace out, peeps.
I seriously cannot get over the fact that I have this kid who can climb around on a playground now, go down slides, and freaks-out if you try to remove her from said playground, even if she's heading toward The Drop Off of Death. What is UP with playgrounds and those lethal 2 story openings? Omg. They are there solely to make moms have panic attacks, I am sure.
My husband is the best playground Dad ever. He has the perfect balance of don't-hover-too-much, but always-be-aware-of-your-kid. He's there in case Em gets stuck on that god-forsaken rock wall mid-way, and needs some foot-guidance. He's there to spot her on the monkey bars. He's good for a cheer when she's looking for a "great job!" when she tried something new. He maintains his distance when she needs space. He's there when the 1 year old insists on climbing up the slide (I hate when kids do that), and falls backwards 293023908 times. He's good for a kiss-tickling session which he knows will evoke laughter and smiles. Even when he has no idea I've caught it on camera. Sigh.
She's good for bad ideas. Hey, you should slide with your sister on your lap! Yes! That'd be so cute and awesome!
And then they were pissed at me. Just notice how Lucy's foot is all caught behind her. She's all NOT COOL MOM. Sorry, children.
Now that playground time was over, it was pond explorin' time.
She was super pumped about that, too.
While in the woods around the pond she whispered, "I just love this magical forest explorin'!"
Well, kid. I just freaking adore YOU. So there's that.
|Lucy and her pointer finger. I'm lookin' at YOU, ma.|
Sigh. Love my people.
And below is a true look at what it takes to get a photo around here.
At the end, Lucy is ticked. No, I'm not smiling for your stupid picture, mom. She said it. I heard her.
It was a good night.