This July heat has been unbearable but I hate to keep the girls' holed up indoors so we decided to rush through breakfast and head out as early as possible.
Covered with hats and smothered with sunscreen, we set out for the park. We hoped to do a little early morning swinging but unfortunately, this is what we found:
Some little punk had thrown the swing up over the bar several times to where it was at eye-level. Who does that?! I'm going to go ahead and generalize here but I had a sneaking suspicion that only a member of the male persuasion would find amusement in such an endeavor. Hoping that his Y chromosome would offer him some sort of top secret insight on how to rectify the situation (or maybe even some first-hand experience from his own little punk days), I emailed my beloved husband (because he has nothing better to do at work than to give me playground problem guidance):
Me: How does one go about getting this down?
Travis: You'd have to throw it over the top multiple times. I love you.
Me: I tried. It wasn't pretty. You would have been embarrassed :-/
Yeah, Josie isn't the only member of this household who is lacking in the gross motor department. So we gave up and headed home. And you know what? We had the BEST time taking turns on our own backyard swing!
Did you hear that, little Punk?! Your antics can't sabotage our morning. We took those lemons and we made lemonade and it was refreshing and delicious!
...As illustrated by Josie's "happy face"!
And just as Josie inherited my gross motor prowess, she also inherited Aunt Leanne's sense of humility. Remember this?
Cute? Sure! But with such a big head, I'm surprised that hat fits!