See, he does wear clothes!
I got Quint, who is just a couple days over a month old right now, dressed to go out to the park this morning through afternoon. We visit this park every Wednesday after library story time if weather and lack of tantrums permit. Today, my girls decided to sit in a decent sized hole in the sand, big enough for the both of them, and coated themselves in wet, cold sand while other parents looked at me an judged. But I can only assume I got judge-y eyes because all their kids came over to see what all the laughing and merrymaking was about, saw my kids half undressed and barefoot, and then they all tried to follow suit. What can I say, my kids are good influences.
I felt bad for kid after kid that got swooped up by their parents after they were innocently trying to join in on the fun with my girls. They’d walk up, start taking off a shoes or bend over and dig with their hands in the sand with a grin. GASP. Then up walked a parent to repremant them. Kids are kids. All I know is that if I spend too much time trying to keep mine from doing normal kid things, I’m nagging and not having a good time. I do not usually like mud or sand in hair though but that’s because it’s harder to clean out. Sure, I care about messes in my home but when we’re out and about, my kids can get as dirty as they want. They can make mud pies, play naked in the lake, whatever. I just strip and wipe them down as much as I can before getting back in the car and then we clean up at home.
Perhaps I’m letting it all hang out now more than usual now, with my “eff it” flag in the wind, because I have three kids. Hardly any other parent dares to bring three kids to the park without a spouse to help around here. They might have more kids than the one or two I see but the older ones are surely in school. I feel like I should get some slack, or heck, even props, for managing three so well. Did I just jinx myself? Probably. I also I feel like the more kids people have, the more relaxed they become about a lot of things and the kids sort of just fall in line a bit better. I knew it was going to happen eventually and I’m so thankful that we’re there.
Also, just a moment to brag, here is my daughter writing her name in the sand, unprompted and unassisted, and spelling it right!
Clearly this was before shoes and clothes started peeling off. We were going to drive over to the free day at the Bay Area Discovery Museum in Sausalito after this but I decided to take my crew home and hose them down. And of course by hose down I mean take a warm bath. There was a bucket of sand in their car seats and everything they were wearing needed to be thrown in the wash. Ah, to be a kid! I can’t wait to see Quint getting dirty, too. But he’d have to stay awake and start wiggling for that to happen. I swear this baby sleeps more than my first two ever did. He’s hardly awake! I’d be worried but he’s clearly gaining weight and happy.
Anyway, I’m not sure where else I am going with this post. I guess it’s a rare sort of diary entry. Maybe I’ll do it again sometime! Or perhaps I’ll file this under our nature time excursions. Yes, that’s the ticket. In case you’re looking for free museums to take the kids, this is an awesome list for Bay Area parents.
When did your child write their name all by themselves? Do you have a go-to play spot? Where do you go?