We made it to the park a few days ago. I took a few snapshots. The kids really had a lot of fun, despite the darn wind.
This is Harry being a monkey.
And sweet, sweet Julia. She spent about 20% of her time on the playground equipment, and 80% on the swings. She pretty much would like me to push her all the time. I am good for about 5 minutes, and then it is time to do something else.
Nope. Not according to her.
I refused to push her at all. This is my new, anti-whining strategy. So, she just laid on a swing and swung herself, superman-style. She seemed happy, and I was happy.
Then some lady had the nerve to put her in a baby swing and start pushing her. And here I am sitting on the park bench messing with my phone, the wind rippling through my hair. I felt obligated to stand up and look like I cared what each of my kids was doing...you know, busy enough so I had some excuse for why I wasn't over there pushing my darling daughter.
And then I thought...Hey, don't judge me because I am not pushing my daughter on the swing.
Maybe I just don't want to! There, I said it.
Why did I care what that lady thought? I should have just sat there and continued to play on my phone. Yes, I am THAT kind of mom.
This is Eli's pose these days.
And Raef and Zach continue to progress as Webelos. Way to go, boys!