Saturday, March 27, 2010

Excitement. Re-defined.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's not even 10am yet and we've been up for a while, ate some breakfast, took Echo on a walk, fed some ducks, played on a slide and are now back at home. Wow. Talk about over-achievers. Or, maybe we're just people with a baby. That's probably more like it.

It was an important first for all of us this morning: Connor has not been on a slide before, seen ducks, or checked out this park near our house. And I honestly can't say that Dennis and I have ever been to a park together before where we both climbed up on the play equipment and went down the children's slide. Surprisingly, we both had fun on the 10 foot slide. It was obviously made for someone smaller as we didn't quite fit like we did ... oh, you know ... 20 years ago.

We tried the monkey bars and let's just say that it wasn't pretty. I tried this cool looking cylindrical bar thing and it spun me around so fast that I jumped off because I felt dizzy. Dennis laughed at me and tried the spinny-weird-bar-thingie. As he jumped off just as quickly as I had, he muttered, "Man, that thing will get you sick in a hurry". My point exactly.

It's a safe bet that we probably wouldn't have ever chosen to go to a park to feed ducks BC (Before Connor) - - especially not at 9AM. Now, though, I think we'll put it on our weekly (or monthly) agenda because it was more fun for us - eh, I mean, Connor - than I could've anticipated.

It's excitement. Re-defined.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

So I know this is not a place for me to complain about my job, but I'm going to do it anyway because I could probably get in trouble for posting it on Facebook and because somehow I feel like what I'm about to say is relevant to your blog.
The other day, I had a parent of the BIGGEST BOY IN MY CLASS come to me complaining that a GIRL in my class had pushed him and that his son had 2 big scratches on his hands because of it. So I asked the kid to show me his hands, and he didn't have scratches, he had two perfectly round blisters. From racing a kid on the monkey bars, which I watched him do the day before because hello, I'm a good teacher and watch my kids. Blisters. So 1. Apparently 95% of people don't know the difference between scratches and blisters, and 2. He's complaining about his big-for-his-age son being pushed by A GIRL.

And then I was told that I didn't understand because I don't have kids of my own.

End of rant.

P.S. Can I borrow your kid so I can go to the park too? I promise not to let girls push him.