Several times a week, we load up and take the toddler to the park. Dadda runs, Mama walks and pushes the stroller, and then we all meet up on the playground for awhile.
Monkey knows this is part of our routine and will frequently prompt us to get ready in the evenings.
“Socks and shoes?” he’ll request. Or sometimes just, “GO! In the car. Go!”
But yesterday he came out of the bathroom with his father, looked me seriously square in the eye and demanded, “I want to go to the park!”
I felt like crap yesterday, thanks to the adorable, olive-sized fetus in my womb, and I did not want to go to the park. But my son is cute, and well, he has dimples y’all.
You cannot say no to the dimples. Just try.
So we got dressed and went to the park. While Dadda ran, Monkey and I just hung out on the playground. He went up and down the slides a few times, made friends with a wiser, older woman (she was four) while exploring the big-kid equipment and stared longingly at the merry go round as it spun at breakneck speeds, piled with grade schoolers.
He’s generally a fan of all the playground apparatuses, save one. The swings. He hates the swings.
We’ve tried putting him in several types of baby swings with no success. He screams and thrashes and insists, “Get out! Get down! Get up!”
So we quit. But then he saw me sit on the regular swing and something must have clicked. He made me put him on every swing on the swing set, sitting for about 15 seconds before hopping up to get on another one.
Finally, he settled on the swing at the end. I gave him a little push. He held on tight to the chains. I pushed harder. He giggled.
And for twenty solid minutes, that kid was swinging. I would periodically ask him, “Do you want to get up?” to which he’d reply, “Nope.”
He was still swinging when Dadda finished his run. Still swinging after we’d chatted a bit. Still clinging desperately to the swing as we tried to pry him off to get home before dark.
Driving home, I was so glad I’d agreed to go the park. It’s so special to get to see your kid do something, anything, for the first time. That sense of wonder and accomplishment in their eyes is a better high than any drug could provide.
What’s going on in your world this week?
Did you snag a great photo you want to share?
Link up with us!
<div align="center"><a href="http://www.mamamash.com" title="Mamamash"><img src="http://mamamash.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/ippp-polaroid-125-x-125.jpg" alt="Mamamash" style="border:none;" /></a></div>