Pumpkin Swings With Butt Holes

Last week I canned, all day, every day, for the whole week... and, by Friday, I was tired of working, and feeling as though I'd neglected my kids a bit. My original plan was to work in the yard, but I just couldn't work myself up to it. So, I told them they could choose what we did that day, and they discussed it among themselves, and then came to me with grins on their faces, announcing that they would like to go to "the wood playground".

I LOVE to watch kids at playgrounds... it is so amazing and wonderful to me how kids that don't speak the same language, and come from completely different backgrounds, family-wise and financial-wise, can grin at each other, and then play like best friends for as long as they are both at the playground. But, I really can't stand a lot of other moms at the playgrounds. Please don't take offense if you are one of these moms, I'm speaking theory here. But see, I like to say, "Go play, just be sure to wait your turn!" and send my kids off to play by themselves, while I walk the dog around the perimeter of the play area. And, it's really amazing to me how many moms give me the stink-eye over this, as they hover over their children, step-by-step, and say very un-fun things like, "NO! You go down slides, not UP them, MacKaylah Destinee!! My point is, I guess, that it is a PLAYGROUND... it's supposed to be FUNNNNNNN... who cares if they go up or down a slide?! Don't ruin it for my kids, anyway, while you're so bent on destroying your own kid's fun. Needless to say, I've had just a few run-ins with such moms at playgrounds, and so I avoid playgrounds like the plague, and my kids know it. So, pretty much, I only take them to playgrounds when they guilt trip me, or rope me into it.

So, we went to the playground. The "Wood" playground.

And, the girls played for just a while on the play structure, until the "Pumpkin Swings with Butt Holes" came to be open. Now, it is important to note that the word "hole" in this sentence modifies the word "swing", and not the word "butt". This is the term Kiki came up with to describe these swings, and needless to say, it stuck. After all, it's shaped like a pumpkin, and it has holes in the swing where your butt goes, so it makes perfect sense, right? They LOVE these swings, because they can let go of the chains while they're swinging.
" This is SUPER SUPER SUPER fun Momma!! Which is SO much better than SUPER SUPER SUPER BORING!!" yells Kiki.

Yay, we're swinging in the baby swings!! Giggle, giggle giggle!! Baby swings!! It's like we're babies! Giggle giggle giggle!

Swings are good, because there is no sliding involved. I must encourage the swing thing.

We're at a playground, Momma!! This is so much fun!! **the guilt sinks in, just a little deeper. Maybe I could bring them at like, midnight, a little more often.**

Kiki then felt the need to push Debris for a few minutes... then Kiki and I decided it was time to go. Kiki was hot. Kiki HATES to be hot, like her daddy. "Debris," she says, "It's time to go! I am too hot! My armpits are sweat, and my knees are sweat, and my back is sweat!" Debris was broken hearted and howling, as we left the playground.

So, to try and make the fun last a little longer, we went to Sonic for drinks. Kiki is going to be the expensive date some day(not that she'll ever be allowed to date), she wanted an M&M shake thingy. Debris on the other hand, is happiest with a vanilla shake. The girls decided it would be much more fun to eat at Sonic if they were allowed to sit in the driver's seat of the car. I went to take this picture, and Kiki made me wait until she had smeared ice cream all over her face.

Debris was very offended when I suggested that maybe she should sit in her carseat for the ride home. She was quite certain that I would allow her to drive.

I love a good fun time with my kids!! :-)