Playground
It's in the thirties and windy this morning, but last weekend we had a sneak preview of spring as the temperature soared into the high sixties with lots of sun. After a winter cooped up indoors, we were all ready to get outside--Fiona most of all.
When we asked Fiona if she wanted to go to the playground she not only ran to the door, she practically ran all the way to the playground. It's about a ten minute walk from our place to the swings, and Fiona walked the whole way, not even stopping to do her patented "now I'm going to run around a tree trunk and point at squirrels" routine that turns ordinary four block walks into 45 minute journeys.
As soon as we got to the playground, Fiona went into overload mode, trying to do everything at once. She ran to the swings, but asked off after about a minute. She then ran to check out the whale slide (the playground has various aquatic animals scattered about for climbing), then over to the little slide with stairs she can climb, then over to the big slide with stairs she needs Daddy's help to climb, then on to the turtle, then off to the picnic tables, and then...
Well, after about ten minutes she realized that the playground wasn't going to go away and she settled down to focus on one activity at a time. She climbed a ladder for the first time (with help from Mom and Dad, obviously, but she pulled herself up on the rungs without being lifted), and even went down the big circular slide for the first time (she got stuck and didn't seem eager to repeat the experience, which was fine by us).
As the morning progressed, the bigger kids started showing up (I've joked before that there's a linear equation you can use to determine what age group is at the playground at a given time of day). Fiona saw one of the bigger kids climbing the slide instead of using the stairs and decided that she wanted to do the same thing (she did, again with help from Mom and Dad). When one of the bigger kids went down the slide head first, Fiona decided she wanted to try that, too. Mom and Dad drew the line at that point.
We've started asking Fiona at dinner each night what she did during the day. The playground was so exciting that it basically wiped out everything else she did not only on Saturday afternoon but on Sunday, too (Sunday was rainy, so she was confined to playing indoors). When we asked her at dinner on Sunday "what did you do today?" Fiona replied "I go to playground!"
When we asked Fiona if she wanted to go to the playground she not only ran to the door, she practically ran all the way to the playground. It's about a ten minute walk from our place to the swings, and Fiona walked the whole way, not even stopping to do her patented "now I'm going to run around a tree trunk and point at squirrels" routine that turns ordinary four block walks into 45 minute journeys.
As soon as we got to the playground, Fiona went into overload mode, trying to do everything at once. She ran to the swings, but asked off after about a minute. She then ran to check out the whale slide (the playground has various aquatic animals scattered about for climbing), then over to the little slide with stairs she can climb, then over to the big slide with stairs she needs Daddy's help to climb, then on to the turtle, then off to the picnic tables, and then...
Well, after about ten minutes she realized that the playground wasn't going to go away and she settled down to focus on one activity at a time. She climbed a ladder for the first time (with help from Mom and Dad, obviously, but she pulled herself up on the rungs without being lifted), and even went down the big circular slide for the first time (she got stuck and didn't seem eager to repeat the experience, which was fine by us).
As the morning progressed, the bigger kids started showing up (I've joked before that there's a linear equation you can use to determine what age group is at the playground at a given time of day). Fiona saw one of the bigger kids climbing the slide instead of using the stairs and decided that she wanted to do the same thing (she did, again with help from Mom and Dad). When one of the bigger kids went down the slide head first, Fiona decided she wanted to try that, too. Mom and Dad drew the line at that point.
We've started asking Fiona at dinner each night what she did during the day. The playground was so exciting that it basically wiped out everything else she did not only on Saturday afternoon but on Sunday, too (Sunday was rainy, so she was confined to playing indoors). When we asked her at dinner on Sunday "what did you do today?" Fiona replied "I go to playground!"
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10:06 AM
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