This morning it was fairly nice outside so I decided to take Sam for his first kite-flying mission. It was a perfect day for it with plenty of wind so much that as I walked to the park the wind pulled the kite out of my hands.
We got the kite up in the air and everything was going smashingly but his interest waned in about, oh, 2.5 seconds. It just stays up there in the air and crashes to the ground every now and then you know, what could possibly be interesting about that?
Things Sam found more interesting:
- Sewer construction with steamrollers, excavators and bulldozers (good for 15 minutes)
- Watching mom run after the kite (twice) when Sam let go (2 minutes)
- A fuzzy brown and black caterpillar (5 minutes)
- Big slide at the playground (15 minutes)
- Butt pincher swings that are much too large for him (5 minutes)
- Small slide at the playground (10 minutes)
- Appropriately sized swing (15 minutes of pushing for me)
- All the dogs illegally off leash (no real time but I’m so jealous people have dogs that actually stick around when they’re off their leashes. Why can’t Kirby be like that? He’s about 12 years old by now so you’d think he’d have figured it out.)
I can understand the construction but the other stuff?
Then the promised rain appeared and he kicked and screamed all the way home. In Sam's view, there is no such thing as too much park time or inappropriate park weather.
Yesterday the weather was so beautiful that we walked to the store for picnic stuff and then met Judyboo for lunch. It’s odd to see ice on the beach when it’s 70 degrees outside.
4 comments:
Park time is just oh-so-relaxing for mothers, isn't it? I remember being bored of my skull at the park when they were that age, because they were constantly on the verge of falling off of something, but wanted to repeat that activity adnauseum. That he'd stayed happy on the swing for 15 minutes was pretty good! He is getting a longer attention span on some things, ain't he?
I think it's called park cause you're essentially "parked" without moving onto a new activity for a short while or you're "parked" behind the teetering teething tot who's being attended to by the dutiful doting mom/dad/socially correct term insert here for the pc-folk and I don't mean Bill Gates.
well then,the definition of "parking" sure changes once you become a parent, doesn't it? :-P
Yup, park time is helicopter time as in time for me to hover over the wee small dude and hope he doesn't crack open his skull. So far so good. I am trying to back off a bit but when he's up on the 6 foot platform with a choice of either the slide or the wide open space leading to a totally age-inappropriate death spriral thingy I just don't feel free to let him make his own mistakes....
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