Cold and rainy days are perfect for snuggles and Seinfeld. Or sandwiches and Sopranos, depending on who you are. Today my son taught me that days like these are also for puddles and playgrounds.
As soon as he saw the slide from the window he yelled and pointed,
That one means I must have that/I must go there/We must see that. Reading toddlers wants and needs is a fine-tuned skill. I hope to have my diploma by the time he turns 17.
Since I’ve been wallowing in self-pity for the past 3 days (see Recharge) and haven’t been the best Mom (although, we DID just come from McDonalds, sooooo…..), I figured I owed the kid one.
After decking my baby out in a pair of my socks and buttoning up his coat against his will, we ran to the park in the rain.
But he ran with a smile on his face. He splashed in the puddles for 3.5 seconds, looked at the slide, down at his cold hands….
So, we left. Back to the car we went. No tears, no time lost or wasted, no big deal.
A new rainy day activity to add to my repitoire. Maybe it won’t be my go-to activity, I’m still a lazy girl at heart. And on the surface, really.
It’s nice to have some options.