And I found a new park. A quiet, non-social park that is PERFECT for my cranky days. The other park close to our house is like Super Mommy Central and I feel like I need to be all showered and dressed and Presentable. This one is small, tucked between two houses on a small city lot and rarely has more than a handful of kids at it. Perfect.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
The Super! Sunny! Sunday! Edition
We had our first temper tantrum yesterday. Flat-out screaming and wailing and fist-pounding on his booster tray. He even squeezed a hot, angry tear out of his right eye. Tim and I were just SHOCKED into silence at the sheer noise coming out of such a tiny little thing. My mind flashed forward to a year from now except I am *mysteriously* in Target (OH! BIG NEWS. A new Target is being built WITHIN WALKING DISTANCE. Be still my heart. And a big apology in advance to my wallet.) and Noah is on the ground, thrashing around, and screaming about the injustices of his wee life. And then I buried that possible scenario far back into my brain, hopefully to not unearth it for a looooooong time.