Back to the parks

It’s not exactly spring around here, but in Western Washington, one must take advantage of dry days or forever stay in the house. Sophia and I went to the part on Wednesday and Thursday. I put her in a pair of quilted pants that she received for Christmas to endure the winter wonderland that is Wiscaaannnssseenn. It helped absorb the water that was on the slide without her actually getting wet. Very nice. ;-) She loved the slides and insisted that she also climb back up the slide.

On Wednesday, she became distracted by an older boy (about two and half or three years old) and followed him around much to his annoyance. He really wasn’t annoyed by her, he was more annoyed by the adult that followed her (me). I’ve only seen that sort of scowl on my own kid! Sophia stared at him on the swings for a while. I tried to put her in the swing next to his but she wouldn’t have any of that.

Thursday some older kids were there playing on the equipment. It didn’t bother Sophia. She sat there and stared at them running all around us. After a while, I decided to take a walk with Sophia so the kids could play on the slide that she was monopolizing.

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Dirty Kurtie’s Tunes: Happy to Sit in Poo

To the tune of “Stuck With You” by Huey Lewis and the News – Dirty Kurtie’s version goes like this:

We’ve had some fun
Yes, we’ve played peek-a-boo
Been to the park to play
But now my diaper’s filled with poo

She thought I’d like some prunes
but I don’t like how they taste
She thought I’d try some apple sauce
But now it’s just goin’ to waste

I was bound by all that rice
Now I’m in my car seat
on the way home
and a diaper change

Yes it’s true – yes it’s true
I am happy to sit in poo
Yes it’s true – yes it’s true
I’m so happy to be stuck in poo
‘Cause you can see – you can see -
that I’m happy to sit in pee.

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Led by trains

I love trains minus living near a stretch of tracks that has many crossings. *grumble* What’s funny about the tracks I currently live near is that right next to them is a sign that reads, “Sound ordinance strongly enforced”. I shit you not. I’ll have to get a picture of that sign someday.

My senior year of high school I used to play hooky all the time and go to a park that was about three miles from where I lived. At this particular park there was an overpass over the tracks which lead to the “beach”. I use the word beach loosely because this was in WA state and the beaches are quite sad – not as sad as those in Alaska, but I digress. I would hang out alone on this overpass and watch the freight trains travel below me. At this spot they would sometimes go very slow and I kept trying to work up the courage to hitch a ride and see where it would take me.

I moved to Michigan three days after graduation and after signing up for the Navy. My first train ride was when I was shipped off to boot camp from Michigan to Great Mistakes Great Lakes Illinois. Despite that I still love trains. It probably helped that anytime we had liberty in boot camp it was the train that also took us away to Chicago for the day.

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