Notsomuch anymore. Forget the Shred, going to the park is a full body workout. I'm chasing A, pulling acorns and wood chips from his mouth and hauling his wriggling, kicking body back to the playground every two minutes. That's right- back to the playground. Because what enthuses him isn't the playscape, it's the wide open spaces surrounding that playscape. Yesterday we tried to have a play date at the park. I was looking forward to some grown up conversation. Instead, I spent most of my time shouting over my shoulder at my friends, sweating like a pig while trying to maintain intelligible conversation and train of thought while keeping A alive and uninjured.
Today, A and I headed over for more park time (it was just too brilliantly fall-like outside not to). Down the path, back up the path, around the playscape, repeat. Over and over again, gaining more bravery and speed with each lap. And though it's exhausting, it's also pretty neat to watch this boy find joy and fascination in things I'd normally fail to notice. Or that I'd step on, in the case of one particularly creepy looking bug he thought was very neat. He'll run, then stop and smile and clap his hands at a flower or a bug or a dried leaf scraping across the walkway....and I'll smile and think how very lucky I am to be watching this happen, to be watching this baby become a boy with interests and joys all his own. So for as long as he'll share those joys with me, I'm in. Because soon enough I'll be left in the dust as he runs off to have these adventures with his friends, with all the time in the world to sit and read that magazine in the shade.
I did get a few shots from the three minutes I kept him corralled in the playscape before giving in and freeing the boy: