Our Baby Size Life!

A sure fire staple of toddler entertainment for summer has got to be the neighborhood park.  Hands down, the easiest, cheapest and quickest of the available activities with which to keep your youngsters happy.  Parents love them for the previously mentioned reasons, and kiddies love them for the slides, swings, monkey bars and the sand! Bloody sand that gets everywhere! Being rookie parents, our first visit to the park was end capped by us arriving at home, hauling an exhausted Sam inside, sitting him on the couch and removing his sandals… that were full of sand!

It. Gets. Everywhere.  Sand just loves to hide in those little inconspicuous areas, and who has said areas, oh I don’t know, all over their bodies? Freakin’ kiddy-toddler people that’s who!!!

“Oh! He’s such a cute, little chubby baby!”, says the lady.

“I beg your pardon Ma’am”, I retort. “But are you out of your freakin mind!?”

Every one of those flabby folds hides a smattering of sticky sand that has somehow found it’s way into there. I changed Sammy-boys diaper when we got in, and he had sand in his butt crack. How? I have no idea!  We were watching him constantly so he didn’t crack his noodle on any of the “safe” climbing toys, and I did not see him pick up and place any sand anywhere near his own bum! Forget Roswell folks, I got your unexplained phenomena right here.  UFO’s my arse, explain to me the case of the appearing sand! Sam does seem to have a great time, however, so the sand chaffing must not bother him much.  Another parenting mistake I did was forget the monkey rule.  Allow me to enlighten you on this: when dealing with the toddler crowd, any and all action performed by the attention getting adult, will or attempt to be, copied.  Monkey see, monkey do.  As I ran up a slide, I seemed to forget this cardinal law of parenting and allowed Sam’s rapt attention to record every step I took.  Again, up the slide.  Sam, still grasping the concept of gravity like Wiley E. Coyote, attempted to climb the slide the way Daddy did only to be met with failure… and a face full of plastic.  But he’s fine, didn’t even cry.  He just got back up and tried it again. Nope, not gonna happen kiddo.

Sam loves the park.  Half the time he just likes running around in the open grass all the while looking for something interesting to finger. OK, that didn’t come out right, but there is no other way to explain it. He see something in the grass, waddles over to it and hunkers down just above it. Then he whips out the pointing finger and hesitantly touches the mysterious object.  If the object does not, in any way, cross Sam’s standards as to what he will and will not touch, he begins to poke and prod the object until we come over to see what he’s jabbing at. So far, he hasn’t put too many strange things in his mouth, which is a very good thing, cause parents tend to freak out a little wen kids do that… But, you know, not us…

Check out some pics from Sam’ various park adventures and take it easy folks. Remember to relax and park it yourselves from time to time.

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