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Entitled Costco Lady

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Today, for those people who have a life beyond caring for their own children, was the first day this month’s Costco coupons can be used. The first day and last day of the coupons are always crazy days, and some locations are just generally worse than others. I had to go to a different Costco from my usual today. I didn’t like having to go to a different one and entitled lady didn’t help.

I drove up the parking isle in search of a spot. I was heading in the direction of the entrance and my passenger pointed out a spot up front in the isle to my left. I turned and there was a van stopped in what would be my lane if it were a road, so after the oncoming car passed I went around the van. I took a left to enter the isle and then began to turn right to enter the newly vacated first parking spot.

A woman ran up past the right side of the car and jumped into the spot. She waved her arms smiling and indicated that she wanted the spot into which I had already began to turn. I shook my head and kept moving forward. Now upset, she shouted that she needed the spot for her disabled father right behind me. I glared with incredulous anger. Are you fucking kidding me? If you need a special spot, park in the ones labeled as such. It’s called handicapped parking. They’re all over the place and they’re usually empty.

I kept moving forward. I’m in a car. She relented and moved aside, but stood by my door. My passenger hung her handicap tag on the mirror of my car. She didn’t need to as I was in regular parking, but she thought it would help make the self-important woman leave. I got out of the car ready to be yelled at by the crazy lady. “I need this spot for my disabled father!” The woman yelled at me as I watched a car three stalls down back out. Bitch, you’re at warehouse store but your father can’t walk just three more car stalls?

I looked her straight in the eye and snapped back with clenched fists and furled eyebrows, “It’s first-come first-serve lady!” She backed away still angry and grumbled something about, “It’s people like you…this society…blah blah.”

I wish I had the presence of mind to answer back, “Yes it is, but it’s still my parking spot.” I went around the car to retrieve my infant son and saw that he was sleeping. My passenger didn’t want to go near the psycho lady who was with her father and waiting at the Costco entrance. I had to go to the bathroom so I left my friend and child at the car. I passed the lady on the way in and again on the way back out.

My friend was hungry so the three of us went to the Costco food line and saw that Miss Spit-fire was trying to wrangle up a motorized Costco cart for her disabled father. Her father, who not only walked up to the entrance from his further-than-mine parking spot but had been standing at the entrance since I passed him on my way to the bathroom.

We got our food and they got their cart and finally went in. About the same time we finished our food the entitled lady and her father both walked out of the Costco and to their vehicle. He walked. On his own. My friend and speculated that this lady doesn’t visit her father very often, feels guilty about it, and is over compensating. Sanctimonious bitch.

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Fourth of July Frog

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After our camping weekend, both kids were tired. I had to wake them both in order to get on with our Fourth of July celebrations. All I had to do was ask, “Sophia do you want pancakes?” And her eyes just popped right open. I had to make sure she understood that we wouldn’t be eating the pancakes at home though. Our newly adopted tradition began with a pancake breakfast in the park hosted by the fire department. We went last year for the first time and had to wait an hour after we had finished eating before Sophia begin eating hers. Sophia did much better with it this year. She was leery of the crowds of people but she ate her pancakes with gusto and finished at the same time we did.

There was a live auction after breakfast. We waited around for that because they had a desk that I wanted. Wouldn’t you just know it, the desk was the one item on the block that everyone else was also eyeing? Most everything was going for the opening bid or only had one other bidder. The desk had about five people. The price went up so quickly that I wound up not making a bid at all. It’s back to craigslist for me. I’ve been drooling over some antiques for a while.

We went home for a while to shoot off the six dollars of kiddy firecrackers I purchased. I’m such a big spender.

Typically my engineer is absurdly cautious of new or different activities and plans his actions to such a detailed degree that all the whimsy of such things as possibly blowing one’s self up with firecrackers is completely removed. To-do lists, spreadsheets, rules and regulations – they more than outline his life, so it really surprised me the number of times I had to yell at him to, “TAKE THE MATCHES WITH YOU AFTER YOU LIGHT THE FIRECRACKER!”

But that’s not as bad as the one time that he lit the firecracker next to the pile of unlit, as in the-never-been-fired, firecrackers. Note to self, if I buy firecrackers next year I need to get those burn sticks for the safety of the grown up engineer. Luckily all the firecrackers I bought were the craptastically lame-ass kiddy kind. The kind of lame fireworks that only people truly talented could use to blow themselves up. Like the talented engineer who gives himself a splinter with a potato. That sort of Nerf-talent.

Sophia enjoyed the firecrackers even though a couple of times she said, “That too loud for my ears”. Her favorites were the snaps, the firecrackers that you just through on the pavement and they, well they snap. Those were the only ones that I allowed her to handle.

I thought about buying sparklers, but I didn’t. She probably would have been ok with them, but I’m a total wuss when it comes to my child and fire. Maybe next year. You know, when she has a little brother running around wanting to do all the same things his big sister can. That’s a grand idea! Yeah I think I just talked myself out of buying them, again.

The next event of the day was the parade. It took a lot longer than I thought it would for such a small town. At first Sophia didn’t see what the big deal was about going to the parade and didn’t want to get out of her stroller, but then the floats and tractors started coming by and we pointed out that candy was being thrown…she perked up immediately. Kurt went with her closer to the curb of the street and the child caught on to the finding and picking up of candy quickly. After the parade as we were walking up to the car I asked her, “What did you like the most about the parade?” There was no hesitation in her answer, “CANDY!” She made a better candy haul at the parade than she did for Halloween, but that’s not saying much since she never did get out of her stroller for trick-or-treating last year.

It was back to the pancake park for another event, which if they don’t go back to the original format, we won’t be participating in again. The money goes to good things of course, but part of it is the fun of watching a bazillion rubber ducks float down the river. It’s called the Duck Dash. The first ducks to make it to the boom win prizes, but that’s not how it was done this year. Nope, this year, the first year we actually went to see it, they had two grown men dressed as ducks tossing rubber ducks into a net. One man tossed a few ducks and the other caught them in a net. The netted ducks were the winners. It was as lame as it sounds. Maybe even worse.
A quick trip to McDonald’s for dinner gave us the first ever doll that Sophia named herself. “What’s her name?” Kurt asks.

“Frog.”

I’ve asked her again a few times since then and each time she tells me the doll’s name is “Frog”.

Frog

The Fourth of July finally was of course the fireworks display. Sophia was so tired from our camping weekend that half way through the display she was asking to go to sleep and even pointing to the ground saying, “Can I sleep there?” I wasn’t sure if she enjoyed it this year until a couple days later she asked me, “Can we see fireworks?”
“No, that’s only on the Fourth of July.”
“Can it be Fourth of July?”

Sleepy Lukas whose bedtime is typically 7pm stayed awake for the whole thing. Both kids slept in on the 5th. Lukas didn’t wake up for the day until 9 and Sophia, 10:30. That, right there, was my highlight!

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California Detangling Baby Fine Hair

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Sophia used to love having her hair brushed and on our trip to Hawaii she even started letting us put her hair up in ponytails. I don’t remember when she stopped, but she did. We weren’t even able to comb it for months. I kept the snags out by making sure we washed her hair so that things like oatmeal and pancake syrup didn’t accumulate, but then we noticed huge snarls of hair forming near her ears. It began to look like an 80’s doo got completely awry. It started to become embarrassing to take her to the park with the dog-ear like tufts that poked out from otherwise healthy hair. She began to look as if her parents didn’t take care of her and the fact that she insists on picking her own mismatched clothes wasn’t helping at all.

I asked a few friends to recommend a good detangler for fine hair as was about to seek out one of their recommendations when I saw that my favorite brand of kid hair products had an option of their own. My order arrived in the mail and I set up my hair detangling shop right then. I told Sophia that this stuff would make it so that it didn’t hurt to brush her hair and surprisingly she complied and allowed me to begin working on those tufts of hair. I sprayed a lot of the detangler in her hair and started the very slow process. Each time a tugged on her even a little, Sophia would grab the bottle sitting beside me, hand it to me, and then point to where it needed to be applied. We used half a bottle of California Baby hair detangler on the child, but as soon as we were able to smooth out one side the tuft would be back again in days.

The detangler didn’t work with the ease that I expected, and I faulted it for not smoothing out her hair enough to keep the snarls from forming again and so quickly. Remembering my grandmother saving my hair from clippers by combing out tree sap with peanut butter, I gave that a try. It was a no go, and if we couldn’t get the snags out and keep them out we were going to have to trim her long locks…crew-cut style right before her birthday.

Kurt kept insisting that the quick return of the hair tufts must be from maple syrup and that we need to force her to tie her hair back before she eats pancakes, but that couldn’t be it. I finally figured out the cause of the snarls after vacuuming her room one day. Because she likes to sleep on the floor by her bedroom door, she was getting her hair caught in the spring like doorstop. There was the lock of hair wound up in the spring proving my case.

We’ve since taped up the doorstop and started using California Baby conditioner to comb though the snarls. I didn’t realize that their conditioner was a leave-in or washout type and it works like a charm as a detangler. I have become a hair detangler pro and Sophia now comes to us to have her hair brushed almost nightly. Of course, now she also insists that we use a lot of “shampoo” in her hair while we comb through it.

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Cookies Made to Look Like a Burger are still Cookies

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The third day of camp we arrived right on time for sign in and at the time Sophia’s buddy came up to us I was squatting trying to convince Sophia to put “friend” in her backpack and to give me back the house keys she was playing with in the car. Sophia saw her buddy and moved around behind me, away from her buddy, and tried to cling to my back. She didn’t cry and she didn’t retain all the Velcro qualities of the previous day, but she still didn’t want to separate from me on her own.

After she was whisked away, I went through the daily paperwork which indicates, who signed the child in, who will sign them out, and that the child doesn’t have any allergies to the food items that will be offered at snack time. I realize that fresh foods are more difficult to keep and because of that, the cost can add up, but I’m still very disappointed in what will be served today.

They made a mini-burger with Nilla Wafer cookies for buns, half an Oreo cookie for the meat patty, and I’m guessing half the white filling. The filling was colored with red and green food coloring for the ketchup and lettuce. On the side were chips that looked very similar to shoe- string potatoes used to represent fries. The only healthy part of the snack was the other side, which were slices of ham that had cream cheese spread on them. The ham and cheese are rolled and sliced for bite-sized ham and cheese swirls. I guess I should just be happy Sophia is in an environment where she can see other kids her age eating these things. It’s just that it would be nice if those things were more like, oh I don’t know, strawberries, carrots, peas, or hell even a real mini-hamburger would be nice.

When I picked up Sophia her buddy told me that Sophia really liked the playground a lot, especially the slide. I already knew that but it’s nice that she had fun with someone other than mommy at the park and that it was clearly visible to her buddy. Last year for Sophia’s second birthday not-a-nanny came to visit. I told her Sophia really likes swimming and runs to the locker room when we arrive and invited her to come with us. After Sophia’s class she asked, “Does Sophia really like it?” We may not see not-a-nanny very often but she knows Sophia well and she couldn’t tell. Yes, she likes it. She’s not protesting and occasionally she’ll smile briefly. That’s about the most I get from her. Sophia and I took a break from her swim classes from about February to June this year. Sophia wanted to play at the park instead and I didn’t want to push swim class to the point of making her hate it, so we took a break. She loves swimming again and now I think it shows a more. She actually participates in class a little more.

Sophia’s buddy also told me that Sophia is very ticklish. Again, yeah, something I know. If a parent with a ticklish kid and doesn’t know it, uummm wow. They’re probably the sort of parent that needs the advice I was receiving from the therapists. Like, “You need to sit on the floor and play with her.” No shit, really?

I asked Sophia’s buddy if Sophia talked at all in the last three days and she told me that she herself hadn’t heard her say anything but that Sophia talked to the occupational therapist that runs one of the classes we attend. I wasn’t surprised at all. That therapist is Sophia’s favorite, but much like her enjoyment of swimming, it’s hard for anyone to tell.

Wednesday:
Today…
I made a…Pencil Critter
I ate a…Cookies (all she ate was the sugar, what a shock)
I liked…Playground

My day was… (in this part of the form the buddy circles one of three choices: fabulous, good, ok) Sophia’s buddy circled fabulous.

Under comments she wrote, “Sophia had lots of fun at the playground today! She loves the slide! Also becoming more comfortable every day!”

pencil critter

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Rapture of Camp Bagel Slug

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Day two of camp…The drop off was even harder. We arrived at the park a few minutes early so I let Sophia play for a bit and then we headed to the line forming at the designated place for her camp. Sophia not only clung to me but she started crying aloud. I tried putting her down for her buddy to take her, but she clung to my leg. Her buddy didn’t want to be pushy and just grab Sophia, which is understandable and appreciated. I like that she let me make the judgment call. I literally pried the crying toddler off me and handed her to her buddy. It was similar to attempting to bathe a cat only without the claws. I quickly gave Sophia a kiss and told her I’d see her later and she was whisked away to be distracted.

I drove off to another nearby park to write up some blog posts. You’re welcome…please, please, don’t all three of my fans thank me all at once. Oh, it’s too much. No, really it’s my pleasure. Yeah, ok anyway. I sat in the car finally using my laptop in the way HP intended…on the road, unplugged. Of course, I just had to park next to the one person listening to some sort of audio bible about the rapture loudly with his windows rolled down. *twitch*

I went back to the park where Sophia’s camp was located about thirty minutes early and sat in the parking lot. I saw Sophia’s group pass by behind my car about fifteen feet away. She seemed rather ho-hum, but at least she wasn’t crying. At pick up time Sophia smiled when she saw me and raised her arms for me to pick her up, a huge improvement to the emotionless attempt at scaling Mt. Mommy as if being chased ravenous predators from the day before.

Tuesday:
Today…
I made a…Puzzle
I ate a…Bagel Slug
I liked…Craft

My day was… (in this part of the form the buddy circles one of three choices: fabulous, good, ok) Sophia’s buddy circled fabulous. I still wouldn’t say it was fabulous but certainly better than the first day.

Under comments she wrote, “Sophia’s becoming more comfortable at camp. She ate a raisin in front of everyone today and half a bagel!”

At camp they try to turn food into something fun for the kids. I don’t remember what they created for the first day but I know the food items were Bugles chips, string cheese, and something else that looked like Sophia’s taste. She didn’t touch any of that. On this day they made “Bagel Slugs”. A bagel cut into a half circle so that it can “stand” on the plate. Inserted in the bagel, two toothpicks lined with raisins and capped off with mini-marshmallows for the eye-stalks. On the sides of the bagel were broccoli florets and for the slug-slime, some ranch dressing behind the bagel.

After day two at camp…
snapshot of Sophia immediately after camp

Her camp art projects from days one and two…
art projects from days one and two

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Bataan Toddler Death March

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I enrolled Sophia in a week-long, day camp especially for kids with developmental delays and their siblings. Last week was her week to go. The night before her first day, I tucked her into bed and told her about the camp she was going to go to, and all the things they might do at camp. I left out the part about her doing all these things with someone other than mom or dad. The day of, I spent the morning telling her about camp. That day was probably not a good day to start something new for Sophia. She was having one of those days, which I call a “mellow” day. It’s the sort of day where she spends most of her time curled up with “friend”. One of those days in which, if we’re out in public, I receive many comments like, “Oh she looks tired.” or, “Oh she must have just woken up.” Nope, that’s just the way my kid is sometimes. I know most people think, “You’re so lucky to have days like that.” What they don’t realize is that on those days I get more tantrums because those are the same days in which she refuses to talk or even sign. So those people can take their “calm kid” envy and shove it up their collective asses, and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Really.

Sophia and I went grocery shopping at our usual chain but a different location than normal, and she calmly sat in the cart with “friend” sucking her thumb. This is not the norm for her. Sitting in a regular cart calmly is not her bag these days and hasn’t been for quite some time now. With groceries in the trunk of the car, I took her to her first day of camp.

When Sophia saw her usual park, she was happy and wanted to go play. I told her I had to use the bathroom first so we went and I made sure she went too because I knew that she was not going to talk or sign the entire day at camp and would probably wind up having an accident. By the time we were done it was time to line up to sign her in so I got her bag and she grabbed “friend”. She hung onto us both for dear life realizing that we were lining up with the crowd. Sophia was swept away by her designated camp buddy. I finished the required paperwork and looked over to where her group was trying to cheer her up. This day was not going to go well at all.

I went home and put the groceries away then spent the next couple of hours looking at the clock every five minutes. Three hours after the toddler drop off; I arrived about fifteen minutes prior to pick up time. I watched from the car as the kids were marched into the building and spotted Sophia. If one only focused on the face of my child, the whole thing would look like a Bataan toddler death march. At precisely four in the afternoon, the parents were allowed to go in and pick up their kids. Sophia spotted me from across the room but aside from wanting to get to me her demeanor didn’t change. Once I reached her, she literally climbed up me. Her buddy said, “It was rough at first, but she had fun after a while.” Sure she did. I knew it going in that the first day would be bad. It always is with Sophia. It’s tough to watch her go through this, but she needs it…badly.

Every parent gets a note for each child about what he or she did and how the day went. It’s rather form like so that nothing is forgotten.

Monday:
Today…
I made a…Pin wheel
I ate a…(this was left blank and Sophia hadn’t eaten since breakfast)
I liked…playing in the preschool room

My day was… (in this part of the form the buddy circles one of three choices: fabulous, good, ok) Sophia’s buddy circled fabulous. Really?

Under comments she wrote, “She had a great 1st day at camp! Monday’s always the toughest! We had a lot of fun in the pool watching others jump off diving board.”

I snapped a picture of Sophia immediately after getting her into the car. I think her look speaks volumes as to how she really felt about her day. Sophia didn’t say a word on the way home, neither a sound nor even a peep. When Kurt saw the picture he said, “She cried the whole time, didn’t she?” I’m guessing at least two hours of it, yes.

After her first day at camp

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Super Morphin Mega Monkey

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Last week when I told a friend that I was taking Sophia to the park for the day, she suggested I bring my camera because I hadn’t sent her pictures in a while, so I did. The only thing is I had a hard time taking any pictures of the daredevil that day. Going down the slide face first was the least crazy new thing she did.

Down the slide head firstRunning back to me to give me her cupSweeping her hair away from her face

That day she also decided to try going down the firefighter pole without me standing nearby. I saw her stand on the edge and lean out as she usually does to yell out to me, but then unlike her usual, she reached for the pole. “WAIT!” I shouted, “Let me help you.” I about had a heart attack. Thankfully the little power ranger that could is at least obedient and waited for her mother to waddle over to her. I helped her hang onto the pole and showed her how to wrap her legs around it. She had watched enough other kids do it that she had the basic idea, but I wanted to be there to make sure she didn’t bounce her head off the ground.

She slid down the pole about three times and each time I held on and guided her down a little less. The fourth time the super monkey just held the pole tightly, lingered at the top, and then came down slowly…hand under hand. Holy fucking shit she is a strong little monkey! She did that another couple of times just to show off.

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Red Hot Phone Call

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Last week, after playing in the sunny park for a few hours I suggested to Sophia that we go to the water park area. She agreed. I wasn’t sure that I would end up there or that she would want to go to the water park part so I didn’t bother bringing her swimsuit, besides she’s two. Underwear work just fine at that age.

The previous week we had gone to the Bite of Seattle with Kurt and he had taken Sophia to the fountain there. She loved it. I thought that she might run around on her own here, but no. I had to do the same as Kurt did there and pick her up to get her wet. Not getting me equally wet was a challenge.

It had been quite a long day at the park so I asked her if she was ready to go and surprisingly she was. But she didn’t want to get dressed again. Underwear girl walked through the entire park. After walking through all the grassed area we reached the part of the paved parking lot we would need to cross to reach our truck. “Let’s put your shoes on.” I told her.

She shook her head, “No”

“The pavement is going to be hot on your feet, let’s get your shoes on.”

Again, she shook her head, “No”

“Do you want me to carry you across?”

“No,” she signaled again.

Ok, fine, have it your way. We took about five steps and I saw a worried look come across her face. “Do you want me to carry you?”

“Yes, peh-weez” she said reaching up.

Once in the truck she piled all the toys she insisted on bringing with her, but I had insisted needed to stay in the vehicle, on top of her. I bucked her in, walked around the truck to the driver’s side, and climbed in. She had arranged all her toys, just so, and was talking on her old school Fisher Price chatter phone with the old rotary dial. As I backed out of the parking spot and headed out of the lot I hear her say into the little red handset, “Bo, Moose, n’fend-EE, n’phone”. She was listing all the items she had brought with her, Bear, Moose, her blanket ‘friend’, and the phone. Then she said, “momma dw-eye-vin, pay pah-wk, HOT FEETIES!”.

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Apology to parents of older kids at the park

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We thought it was so cute to have Sophia use our cell phones as teething rings when she was an infant. She drooled on mine until the recharge connection corroded so badly that the battery could no longer power up completely, so I took it out and the phone became hers. Without the battery, she didn’t like it any longer. There were no lights or beeping sounds when the buttons were pushed. She gave it up immediately and wanted my new phone. I didn’t give in to it this time. It’s the old phone or no phone kid.

Recently I’ve actually been carrying my cell phone around fully charged and everything. I’ve actually been using it a little and so Sophia had to find hers. Anytime I’m on my cell or even the home phone she’ll open hers and start chattering away. LOUDLY. I’m certain she’s mocking me. I can’t hear anything when I’m on the cell phone so I’m sure a speak up to somehow compensate, and she of course picked up on this.

Now that I consistently have my cell with me, so too does Sophia. She’s taken a new shine to the old dead phone, so much so that it takes naps and baths with her. The bath thing drives Kurt batty. He can’t stand that she’s taking electronics into the tub with her even though it doesn’t work at all.

I have to pry it out of her hand when we go swimming and explain that she can have it back when we are out of the water. I don’t think she trusts it’ll stay in the locker while she’s gone. It may party while she’s away and start to think that it can live without her. It’s a wild and independent phone, you know.

Thursday after swimming we went to the park and of course she had her phone. As she climbed up ladders she held the phone with her thumb and index finger, leaving the other fingers free to help her hold onto the bars. Occasionally she would put the phone up on the platform she was climbing up to in order to make the last steps easier. A couple times, she trusted me to hold her most valued possession, but as soon as she reached the top she would insist that she have it back before going down the slide. Someone might call her and she didn’t want to miss it.

I stayed on the ground as she ran about the play area. She passed some older boys (about ten years old) who noticed her cell phone. It was pure and instantaneous jealously, “She has a cell phone!” One shouted. Sophia paid no attention. I bit my tongue and held back laughter.

I can see it now. On the way home that boy tells his parents about the toddler with a cell phone and whines, “why can’t I have one?!”

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Whee! Sliding at the park

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Monday I took Mini-Me to the park right next to her swim classes. They have a special play area that’s designed for two to five year-olds which is great because most other play areas are for five to twelve year-olds. They have an area for that age range too and of course, Sophia likes the slides in that area better. I was able to snap some pictures of her in the little kid play area before she ran over to the big kid slides where, I stupidly decided it was ok for her to try and walk up the slide since no one was in line to slide down. Mini-Me fell and hit her cheek on the side. There wasn’t an immediate bruise, but a couple days later her self imposed shiner, that was really the fault of my poor judgment, really shown through. Seriously, it looks like someone decked my toddler in the face with a full on knuckle sandwich.

She shrieked and cried for about a minute and then demanded down by squirming and headed right back for the slide. I convinced her it would be a lot more fun to climb the stairs and use the slide on the way down.

Driving the playground closer to home
hhhmmm what should I do now?
Come on mom, it's fun!

Wednesday I intended to meet up with a stay-at-home-mom group at a park closer to home. Four people including myself had RSVPed for an Earth Day park clean up get together. Some of the other group gatherings sounded a lot more appealing, but this one was close, fit our schedule, and nap time. I thought I was going to be late after chatting with my cousin on the phone, but was actually ten minutes early. There were a bunch of kids on the playground. I didn’t recognize any of the faces or names from the group website.

A trickle of rain sent everyone in the park home. That was sad considering we’re in western Washington and it rains ALL THE TIME. A few minutes later I saw more people arriving. I thought it might be my group, but no. As far as I could tell, they never showed. No matter. Sophia played on the slide and with the new group of kids she had a little boyfriend to play with. He was very encouraging of her and clapped and told her, “good job” when she arrived at the bottom of the slide.

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