Today I took the kids to the park. Don't ask me why, but I just don't enjoy taking them there. It's just down the street from our house. I don't know what the big deal is. And it's nothing personal against my children. I just don't like going to the park. I still owe my brother Peter a trip to the park. Unfortunately, I think that ship has sailed since he's now 23 and he and his wife are having a baby in two months.
I did find it interesting that each kid enjoyed a specific area of the park.
Millie: Loved the dirt. Some eating of it, but mostly letting it slide through her fingers. The park had no swings (what's up with that???) so I don't know if she would have liked them, but I have a feeling that she might have.
Matt: Also loved the dirt, but he mostly liked the kicking, throwing, and digging in it. I'm surprised we didn't bring more of it home with us.
Abby: Loved the monkey bars. She loved swinging rung to rung and discovering that the sand could keep her hands from being too sweaty and slippery.
Emma: Loved the bridge connecting the two sets of slides. It was her favorite place to be as she imagined that she was a princess being held captive by the evil queen. Luckily, the evil queen had installed an emergency exit so Emma was able to escape. Silly evil queen.
It's pretty obvious that I need to be more willing to spend time at the park with the kids. Happily, we don't live near Bus Stop Mom anymore, so the lady I ran into today was a lady from church and we had a very pleasant conversation. I may have made a friend.
I guess the park's not so bad after all.