Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Tragedy of The Park

How do you know when your kids didn't get enough sleep?
When they cry about going to the park.

This morning I had the opportunity to visit with some women from my church.  Since we all have small children, we decided it would be easiest to visit if we went to the local park.  Our children could play, and communication would be relatively uninterrupted.

I gathered the children up, and we went to the park.
They commenced to play in the sand, woodchips, and on the toys.  We were able to visit.
One lady was not able to come, so we decided to meet back later in the day.
I took the kids home and got them some food.  After having been home for half an hour, I announced we would be going back to the park.
"Nooooooo.  Mom, I don't want to go to the paaaaaaaaark!"  Keith wailed.

I told him to get his shoes he was going.

The crocodile tears erupted.

"Nooooooooooooooo!"

"Keith, would you like us to leave you home while we go and have fun at the park?"  I used the empty threat that usually works.  This time, not so much.

"Mo-o-om!  Don't leave me!  I need a hug.  I want you to give me a hug.  Don't leave me alone.  I will be lonely, and I will miss you.  I need you!"  he whimpered as he wrapped his arms around my neck.

Again, I told him to get his shoes.

Again, tantrum.

Meanwhile, Faye had retrieved her sandals, put them on, and began pulling me toward the door.
She always likes the park.  Regardless of how tired she is.

When Keith saw me headed towards the door, he scrambled to find his shoes and wailed even louder.

"WAAAAAIIIITTTTT!!!"  He panicked.

I waited at the door.  Because I would never leave him home alone.  But I guess he doesn't realize that.

He rushed toward me, threw his arms around my waist and sobbed.

All because we were going to the park.

The very same park that had mirrored his actions when I announced we would be heading home.  A mere 45 minutes prior.
 Sure fire way to know when your child is overly tired.

P.S.  Thank you to Heather for the pictures.  They are from a day last week at the park with her and Rowan.  She is unofficially becoming my blog photographer.  Because 9 times out of 10 her camera has batteries and mine are dead.  And her camera is so cool it embarrasses mine into hiding.
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