Water Park and Other Stories

Summer came. And with a hot and sticky vengeance  It basically went from using the heat to immediate and necessary air conditioning.  You think I’m kidding. But I’m not.  It literally took 24 hours to switch over.

But now, O is really excited to rotate her wardrobe and look at the new skirts and short sleeve shirts. Not only that, Grandma must have bought her a lot of new clothes at the end of last season, because almost everything had tags on them. And I had to finally say goodbye to the 2T stuff. She is much too big to wear these.

DH has been in a flurry of activity as well. Setting up the garden. From choosing the correct size boulders rocks, to planting new flowers.  And trying to keep the cats off the grass. If you remember, last year we bought the scarecrow motion sensor to keep the cats off the grass.  One day last week, we meet at O’s school, and he is soaked. He said it was the scarecrow: it took him many many tries to figure out the right setting, sensitivity, sensor location, etc.  We should ask O to look at something in the garden.

We get home, and DH says, O, why don’t you take a look at those new flowers that came flowered in the back of the garden.  She comes out, Oh, Ok, Daddy.  Which flower?  DH: Further back. O: Here? DH: No, no. Further back.  She goes a bit longer, and the scarecrow squirts at her.  Now last year, when we tricked her like this, she started hysterically crying. This year, she was a bit thrown off, but she laughed it off. O: Now, you go, Daddy!!  And we all took turnes getting squirted by the scarecrow.

Yesterday, we spent about 3 hours or more at the park. I asked her if she wants to put her bathing suit on, she said no. So we went.  When we got there, she cried when she got wet a bit, but an hour later, she was showing me her wet butt. Then half hour later she was running through the sprinkler, then half hour after that she was scootering through the sprinkler. And an hour later she was crying because she didn’t want to go home. Which then switched into why can’t she get an ice cream. Because you already had one two hours ago.

What did I do for the three hours at the park? I was reading my book.  It is so much more pleasant to enjoy your time at the park when you have a good to read. Even sudoku on my Galaxy gets old after half hour.

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About RidgewoodMom

Thirtysomething mom of a baby girl. First and only baby, possibly. First baby amongst my close friends. These are the trials, frustrations and lessons I have learned in raising a single child in New York.
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2 Responses to Water Park and Other Stories

  1. Sam says:

    Jealous that you get to rid. Mine won’t leave my side unless I’m pushing them on the swings :O(

    • RidgewoodMom says:

      I limit swing time to 10 minutes for every hour we are at the park. And having her go by herself has taken years of training. I just don’t go with her. I only go if she is doing something challenging. But mostly, she’s on her own!

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