Day at the Park

Today we did some yard work, played some baseball in the yard with a few neighborhood kids and then headed to the park for a family outing. Very All-American. I can't believe I didn't think to make apple pie today! But I did make granola yesterday so, close enough.

We packed some snacks, the stroller, the sling, sunscreen, a picnic blanket, a magazine for me to read, and Dave's fishing stuff and headed to the park. The picture above is from two summers ago. Good times.

This park has a great playground and the first thing Luke wanted to do was talk through the intercom. You can't see from one speaker thingy to the other, which I guess makes it more interesting. We had this conversation:

Me: Hi, can you hear me?
Luke: Can you hear me mama?
Me: I can hear you, can you hear me?
Luke: Yeah.
Me: This is fun. What do you want to do next?
Luke: Dada
Me: Daddy is fishing. Do you want to go on the slide?
Luke: Dada.
Me: Are you saying dada?
Luke: Mommy, I'm behind you. A baby wanted to use the intercom, so I let him.

Nice - he left me talking to a baby.

Then Luke wanted to be pushed on the swings, which was really fun. I had Jack in the sling, and every time I pushed Luke, Jack laughed hysterically. So cute.

Then we walked around for a while, picked the perfect spot, laid out the blanket, got Jack out of the stroller, started to get the snacks out, and "Mama. I have to go to the bathroom." Okaaaaay. So I packed everything and everyone back up and we walked all the way to one end of the park where the bathrooms are, but they were not yet open for the season. So we walked all the way to the other side of the park where there are two porta potties and three young baggy pants wearing gentleman. As we approached, I saw one go in one of the bathrooms and one start to go into one of the bathrooms but then change his mind. We had this conversation:

Me: Is that bathroom really gross?
Young Gentleman: Yeah.
Me: OK. We'll wait.
Young Gentleman: Well, uh. I think it's gross. You might not.
Me: Do I look like I have lower bathroom standards than you do?
Young Gentleman: Sorry.

Regardless, I am glad I had Purell with me.

In other news, we went to see our friends' brand new super cute 8 pound 6 day old baby. It's been a little over 5 months since my 6 pound 10 ounce baby was born and I have a good memory, but I don't believe Jack was ever that small. I think my friends' baby maybe really only weighs 4 pounds, and they are just a little confused. Or else the gravitational pull on the earth has shifted and 8 pounds is different than it was 5 months ago. That might explain my own weight too!