Unexpected Outing

Okay, so toddler world has been a bit tiresome recently. Both girls want to be independent. "Lilah-do" and "Addison-do" are frequent lines in our house. Like when they insist on choosing their clothes and getting themselves dressed. I don't really care that Addison tends to choose either the prettiest dresses or the hideous prints, such as her heart sweats here with too-big Dora sneaks and that Delilah is influenced into wearing her red heart pants with purple butterfly shirt. It just takes so long for us to accomplish anything with them doing it!

Well, Thurs night was especially difficult. We've had some early mornings recently, but this particular morning won. Addison woke screaming at about 2:15. This woke Delilah who, and how can you blame her, wasn't happy being awoken in such a manner and joined in with her crying. So screaming, crying, tantrum throwing continued for about 45 minutes. Then another 15 minutes of calming down, reading books and talking about the following day's activities. I lay my weary body in bed for about 20 minutes when we had round 2. A short round, but another one indeed. The morning began in much the same way at about 5:45. Let me just point out that I know this is a part of having toddlers, but the screaming just makes it unpleasant.

Fast forward to after dinner. Ezra and his father decided to go to a baseball game and I knew that I needed some sort of buffer with them...so a ride in the famvan made all 3 parties content. For about 5 miles, until Addison saw a playground that I didn't know existed, and insisted that we go. Sounded fine. They'd be content. They'd run and jump and watch and climb and try new things. I love watching them learn something new and concur the newest obstacle, whether it be climbing the big-kid ladder or going down the slide in a new way because they saw someone else do it. A better ending to my day, which was only going to get better, much better.
Photo-gallery: A new playground!




Then I noticed that cars kept coming in and people were walking to behind the park. Then music and festival noises started. We decided to follow the crowd and low and behold, there was a mini-festival...just absolutely perfect for my little minis! They got to
sit in the fire truck and climb the back hoe and beep the horn in the dump-truck...they were awed by the monster trucks and ran from truck to truck.
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Do you know how much better this was making me feel after such a trying day??? :-)
No screaming, just little smiles and laughs. We danced to music, watched big kids play on the hot-air slides, people watched and watched a clown until he scared Addison when he spoke to her and she ran away with her bottom lip out and burst into tears when she reached my arms. (She is only 2!) The sun was gone and it was time to go home and head for bed. A final stop for tattoos from our little library was the perfect end to the evening.