Can you hear Madonna singing? I can.
Remember when we were kids and the playground looked nothing like
what they look like now? Everything was made out of metal, the slide
was high and steep and it got really really really HOT when the sun
would beat down on it on those hot summer days. One trip down the slide
and your bum would have third degree burn. There was some kind of, I
don't even know what to call it, you know, one of these things:
Yup, those were the days. By the way those things are called a jungle gym and it was my favorite thing on the playground.
Not anymore, my friends. Kids these days are spoiled. Playgrounds now look like this:
I wish I was a kid. I took little miss thang to the playground
today since she's a maniac, I figured that a little running around
outside would be good for her.
We get to the
playground and there's a few kids, around her age, a little bit older,
no big deal. This particular playground is great, there's a fenced off
toddler section with a sandpit, a playscape and all kinds of donated
plastic playhouses, cars, ride on toys, swings, ect. There is also a big
kid play scape and swing set on the outside of the fenced in toddler
section.
After a little while of playing in come barreling three moms with their 6 kids between the ages of 7 and 4.
Little
Gracie, who is still learning to walk is playing on the little kid
slide and the two 7 year olds come running over practically knocking her
over, screaming, running around, being crazy. Why they weren't playing
at the big kid playground is beyond me. Whatever moving on.
She gets over it and finds one of three playhouses more
interesting. So we're playing peek a boo in the windows when the four 4
year olds come over to the play house and start yelling at her to get
out of the house, they don't want to play with her. Grace knows no
better so she laughs at them and screams back. I look over at the three
mothers talking to each other and they're watching this all happen and
don't say anything to their bratty kids. I tell you what, I was
thisclose to causing a scene and yelling at the brats
and the moms.
I get it, you can't always control your kids, kids are going to be
kids, I get it but shit they're not my kids so I can side eye you and
your bratty kids.
On top of that, the three moms were chatting it up in front of the other two playhouses.
Redirecting the brats to one of the other two playhouses was out of the
question apparently. Instead let's yell at an 11 month old. Cool, three
mother of the year awards.
But but but, you know what?
One of the original parents that I was talking to when I first got
there told me that she wished she had a girl so she could dress her bad
ass too. (She thought Grace was bad ass!! I'm pretty proud of my baby
outfit making abilities thankyouverymuch)
and now some pictures because I love blogs with lots and lots of pictures:
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Looking at her new shoes! |
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Talking to Jude on the phone |
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"Mama, do we need to document EVERYTHING?" |
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Don't mind the oj stain on her shirt |
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Grace's new kicks |
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I'm gonna get you! |
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Grace walking |
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Walking back |
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"I think I see something I like" |
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Sllooowwww turn |
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oooh, cartoons! |
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NOT the cartoon she wanted, apparently |
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Panda love |
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