This past weekend, we took advantage of the weather & visited a local park that I remembered from my childhood. They closed it for renovations over the past few years & it is gorgeous, but much smaller than I remembered. Isn’t it funny how things from childhood seemed larger than life, but then you revisit them as an adult & realize their true scale? Funny how so much of life is like that.
Harrison loves slides. ”Baby ‘lide?” he asks on the regular, which means “Baby wants to slide” as he calls himself Baby.
Because we call him Baby & we never even realized it until he became our tiny human parrot.
It was a little chilly that day, chillier than most of our winter weather this year.
I was thrilled to revisit the carousel, which I remembered so fondly as a little girl. I love carousels & used to pretend to race the other children on my plastic horse. Harrison wanted nothing to do with the moving ponies or even the huge giraffe that stood with no movement, so we sat on the benches. I used to wonder who would choose a bench on a carousel, but now I know – mommas of irritable toddlers.
The absolute highlight of the trip was the small train that circles the park. For $1.00 each, we rode the train & listened to the whistle & Harrison was in toddler heaven. His little eyes stayed lit up the entire ride.
The rest of the day he made train sounds & repeatedly asked, “Bye-bye? Choo-choo?” which meant that homeboy wanted to go back to the park with the train. I have a feeling I’ll be hearing those questions without fail this week considering they were the first words out of his mouth on Monday morning.
It’s days like this that make my heart so happy & I think I might die for the love of my tiny family.
