After work yesterday, I met my boys and my mom at the park near her house. I got there to see my boys playing nicely together in the sand with some other children. They barely even glanced at me as I sat down beside them, in the sand. It was so nice to see them playing on such a nice spring afternoon.
My 3 and a half year old even went off and started playing on his own with a 4 and a half year old girl - going up and down the slide with her and running around. I overheard him say to her: "I'm the leader," as he went down the slide first. Then she says, "Now it is my turn to be the leader." What does my son say? "No. I'm the leader again, because boys are always the leader." Of course I had to smile because that's just the funniest thing I heard that day!
And then, I noticed my son bent over behind a tree. I had no idea what he was doing, and when I got closer to him, I realized that he was playing HIDE AND SEEK with his new little friend. It was by far the cutest thing ever! They were counting to 20 (really really fast) and then 'finding' eachother. Of course, their hiding spots were not great, but still, so very cute.
Then my mom left - and I was at the park alone with my 2 children. I know to most of you, this is not newsworthy - but to me, it was! Because seriously, one child was running one way, and the other was running the other way and I just didn't know what to do.
The best part of the night was when my oldest son (who of course can swing perfectly on the 'big boy' swings) wanted to go in the 'baby swing'. So I put him in and after a while, he wanted to come out. I put the baby down on the sand, and tried to get my big boy out of the really small swing. Of course he got stuck. So I took off his shoes and tried again. And of course my baby starts running away, laughing. My other son is stuck in the swing, with his pants coming off and his fire truck underwear showing. We are both laughing. I'm still watching my baby running away. Not knowing what to do.
Thankfully, the perfectly composed mom in her perfect size 4 white lulu lemon pants and and matching sweater gently got my son out of the swing. I said 'thank you', and then ran after both my kids.
I think I lost 5 pounds durinig this ordeal.
And the worst part was what I was wearing. I didn't want to go to the park in my work clothes, so I changed into an old pair of loose and baggy brown lulu's, but had no other shoes to wear except my nice black boots. I also changed out of my nice Banana Republic sweater into an old black tank top with a really yucky black sweater. It was not pretty. Especially next to the perfectly composed mom in her perfect little park outfit.