A family's story

The Park

Last night Jake had his first LaCrosse practice of the season. Luckily, it was at the park nearby. During dinner, as I went over our schedule, I mentioned the “p” word. Both Cole and Tate jumped all over it.

I-I-I go to the park with you, Mom.” – Tate

Me, me, me go, too! – Cole

Since Hubz was running late, I decided that it wasn’t a terrible idea. We packed into the van and drove down. I helped Jake get into his pads and helmet and gloves, made sure his mouthguard was in, and sent him on his way. Tate, Cole and I made our way to the play area.

Tate made a bee-line for the swings. His swing–he uses the same one every time– was open and he felt like king of the world. He started pumping…and shrieking. Gleeful shrieks.

Cole bounded up the steps of the slides and climbing apparatuses.  He’s a fast little bugger. He zipped up the stairs and zoomed down the slide. Wheeeeee!

Hubz showed up shortly after we did. We alternated between the 2 younger boys and stealing glimpses of Jake at practice.

At one point Tate and Cole were on the slides/jungle-gym thing, and 2 other young children came over with their mom. Tate smiled and looked so happy–but had no clue what to say to these people who were his peers. Cole said hi, and instructed them that the slide was “mine”. Ahhh, 2.5 year olds.

Tate needed minor prompts to take turns, but so did the other children. He shrieked a little–to calm his social anxiety, I’m sure, but was otherwise appropriate. While he shrieked the second time, I noticed the little girl freeze. I noticed her look. Her mom told her to keep moving up the ladder–to let the little boy have a turn. I contemplated saying something about the shrieking. But didn’t. Not this night.

The little boy and girl ran to the merry-go-round. Cole jumped aboard. They spun and spun. Tate watched from the swings…giddy as can be.

We spent about 15 more minutes at the park. The boys swung a few times and used the bouncy thing-a-ma-jigs. (You know, those metal structures that you can bounce on, and they make you feel self-conscious as an adult because you look like you are, a-hem, riding them, so to speak?!)

Cole announced that he was “cold like ice”. He imitated a good shiver. Tate had begun walking the perimeter of the playground, singing his phonics song about vowels. When he heard Cole, he said his finger was “ouchie”, and when I came to take a look, I held his ice-like digits in my hand.

We left, I put the boys in pj’s, and we turned on Jake and the Neverland Pirates. Soon, our Jake burst into the house, chit-chatting away about how much fun he had at practice. (Yessssss!!)

All in all, it was a great night…hope it’s an omen of good things to come as Spring moves along…

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Comments on: "The Park" (1)

  1. Sounds like a perfect time at the park! And a great way to start the beginning of springtime. 🙂

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