Hannah and I enjoyed another Girls’ Day Out today. Last week it was the mall. (Yes, we braved it during the holiday season. And once was enough!)
Recently we fed the ducks. Moe the duck was there, squawking loud as usual. They didn’t know what to do with the cereal bits we fed them, at least not at first. When they figured out we were not going to indulge them in good old white bread, they acquiesced and settled down nicely to the shredded wheat pieces. I noticed the “healthy” brand didn’t go quite as fast as the sweetened shredded wheat! Ha!
Anyway, we had a blast with that. Then Hannah asked if she could throw rocks, so she did that a little. I taught her how to skip rocks. Wow, was she impressed! And mine only skipped once or twice, which is kind of pathetic. But I helped her look around for small, flat rocks for her and by George, she got it! So we did THAT for a while.
Then we walked a good ways over to the playground area. First we swang (swung?), then we played on this teeter-totter thing. It wasn’t the old fashioned kind, where when one person hops off, the other person’s bum falls hard to the ground! This one could go up and down even with only one kid on it. But we both got on and surprisingly, thanks to a good architect, our weight was somehow evenly distributed. Ha!
Next was the “fire engine,” where we spent a good amount of time putting out fires. I pretended to be a damsel in distress and she was the fire engine driver. After I yelled for help like any good damsel would, I was the other firefighter, holding the hose (pretend), while she turned on the water at the truck (also pretend).
Of course we couldn’t forget about the slide. Let me stress, the slide was NOT for grownups, but oh well! It was the covered kind of slide, so both of us had static-y, hair-standing-on-end hairdos. We looked pretty wild when it was all said and done.
Here’s an interesting conversation we had regarding some friends of ours who are separating. (We have tried to explain it as best as we can to a seven-year-old, or as anyone can explain people falling out of love):
Hannah: Mommy, I’m so sad they won’t be together anymore!
Tricia: Yes, sweetie, it’s very sad.
Hannah, after a moment of quiet thinking: You know, who else didn’t stay together, Mommy?
Tricia: Who, honey?
Hannah: Ricky and Lucy. It was because she was so crazy, Ricky just couldn’t stand it. And it was so sad, Fred and Ethel were sad about it and all.
Tricia, trying not to smile: Yes, that was sad, too.
Recently we fed the ducks. Moe the duck was there, squawking loud as usual. They didn’t know what to do with the cereal bits we fed them, at least not at first. When they figured out we were not going to indulge them in good old white bread, they acquiesced and settled down nicely to the shredded wheat pieces. I noticed the “healthy” brand didn’t go quite as fast as the sweetened shredded wheat! Ha!
Anyway, we had a blast with that. Then Hannah asked if she could throw rocks, so she did that a little. I taught her how to skip rocks. Wow, was she impressed! And mine only skipped once or twice, which is kind of pathetic. But I helped her look around for small, flat rocks for her and by George, she got it! So we did THAT for a while.
Then we walked a good ways over to the playground area. First we swang (swung?), then we played on this teeter-totter thing. It wasn’t the old fashioned kind, where when one person hops off, the other person’s bum falls hard to the ground! This one could go up and down even with only one kid on it. But we both got on and surprisingly, thanks to a good architect, our weight was somehow evenly distributed. Ha!
Next was the “fire engine,” where we spent a good amount of time putting out fires. I pretended to be a damsel in distress and she was the fire engine driver. After I yelled for help like any good damsel would, I was the other firefighter, holding the hose (pretend), while she turned on the water at the truck (also pretend).
Of course we couldn’t forget about the slide. Let me stress, the slide was NOT for grownups, but oh well! It was the covered kind of slide, so both of us had static-y, hair-standing-on-end hairdos. We looked pretty wild when it was all said and done.
Here’s an interesting conversation we had regarding some friends of ours who are separating. (We have tried to explain it as best as we can to a seven-year-old, or as anyone can explain people falling out of love):
Hannah: Mommy, I’m so sad they won’t be together anymore!
Tricia: Yes, sweetie, it’s very sad.
Hannah, after a moment of quiet thinking: You know, who else didn’t stay together, Mommy?
Tricia: Who, honey?
Hannah: Ricky and Lucy. It was because she was so crazy, Ricky just couldn’t stand it. And it was so sad, Fred and Ethel were sad about it and all.
Tricia, trying not to smile: Yes, that was sad, too.
I was going to write about the rest of the day, but I don’t think anything can top that conversation. That’s it for now!
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