Put your bubble suits on first
After dinner is always when my kids have the most energy. We’d already built a dozen towers out of blocks, the puzzles weren’t puzzling, and I’d had about enough of the beatdowns, someone was going to slam their forehead into the coffee table. And, I’d done enough cleaning yesterday.
“Who wants to walk to park? We can take the spray bottles.” Even though it was almost 100 degrees, it was nice to get out of the house for a while.
We grabbed our spray bottles and headed out the door. I always seem to forget how long it takes this little two-year-old of mine to walk down the street. First it’s a stick. Then it’s a bug. Then it’s a rock. Every. Thing. Needs. To. Be. Sprayed.
Are we ever gonna get there?
Before we even see the park, Maya hears the giggles and screams from the neighborhood pool. “Can we go look at the pool?”
Joy fills their little eyes as they watch the happy kids splashing around. Uncertainty fills mine as I think about all the things that could possibly go wrong inside that gate.
“We’ll go swimming next weekend with Daddy. Let’s go to the playground and play on the slide and swings.” It’s safe there. No one can drown. You can even climb up the slide.
Well, if you’re careful and don’t fall off the slide and break your neck.