Spring is back! Yay!

It was simply gorgeous today. Not much sun, thanks to the fog. But, that means the humidity is increasing, which is a good thing. It didn't matter, though. It was warm. The snow is melted completely. I may even think about getting back together with Mother Nature and rekindling our old romance. Plans for this are on hold, though. She is supposed to throw a bitch fit this weekend. We'll see how that turns out.


Because it was so gorgeous, we spent the majority of the day outside. Played at the parks, went for walks, generally ran the boys into the ground. They needed it. They have Cabin Fever something fierce and all that play did them good. Well, somewhat. Brady took the brunt of the day.


It started within 5 minutes of being at the playground. Bryce was swinging on the monkey bars, wanting me to help him cross them. As I walked over to help, the ever competitive Brady thought he needed to get up there as well. How he thought I would manage holding both of them across the bars is beyond me. SO, running hell bent for leather to get to the bars before I did, he failed to pay attention to his path. And the path of his brothers feet in full swing as Bryce dangled from the bars. Yep, he ran straight into those swinging feet, full force. Well, more like full face. He ended up with a bloody nose and a scratch on his eye. Poor lil guy. Once I got him calmed down and cleaned up, my ever resilient youngest child got right up onto the money bars and insisted on being helped across. Twice. Afterwards, he proceeded to move on to the jungle gym. Again, in his excitement and exuberance, he failed to pay attention to his path. Tripped right over one of the supports of the gym and fell face first into the mud. More tears. More blood. This time, he managed to skin his knee on the bark. I offered the suggestion of going home and calling it a day. Nope, they wouldn't hear of it. Secretly, I applauded them. They are 2 tough boys, and I NEEDED the outdoor time. So, we stayed. And I watched, with my heart in my throat, as my guys climbed to the top of the jungle gym, over and over again, and told me they were spider man/superman/some made up wierdo superhero as they jumped FROM THE TOP of the jungle gym, down to the ground. Over, and over again. Giggling and laughing the whole time. They had a blast. I pictured ambulance rides, casts, and stitches. I finally talked them out of the jungle gym into something more safe. Swings. Yes, nice, safe swings. I could control how high they went and how fast they went. Or so I thought. As I pushed them and soaked up the giggles that feed my soul, I finally felt at ease. They were safe and having fun. Until Brady decided to throw his arm out to catch the pole on the swing set, causing his swing to spin out of control. As I tried to grab his swing, I wasn't quick enough and he ended up crashing into Bryce's swing. More tears. More blood. This time from his finger that got caught in the chain. Once the fluid quit flowing from his body, we headed home.


I think we may take a break from the park for a few weeks. At least until the bruises, cuts, and contusions heal.




Note to self: Start carrying a package of band aids in your purse. A box of Kleenex would be nice, too. Actually, check that, start strapping a first aid kit to each child before they leave the house each day.