We've found a couple of opportunities to go to the park down the street and not DIE of heat stroke. It's a great park, we just have to go really early, really late, or right before it storms. Whenever the time, it's vital we soak in bug spray.
The park reminds me of Park Discovery back home, but bigger and older.
Mason's never showed much excitement about swings. He usually gets his game face on and you can't tell if he's happy, sad, or going to throw up. But now... HE LOVES SWINGING.
The park reminds me of Park Discovery back home, but bigger and older.
Mason's never showed much excitement about swings. He usually gets his game face on and you can't tell if he's happy, sad, or going to throw up. But now... HE LOVES SWINGING.
Look at that smile! He had so much fun.
And for whatever reason he'd get half way across the bridge and collapse. He would lie there for a few minutes. It concerned some of the other kids and they would watch and wait for him to "wake up". Mason would jump up and carry on as if he hadn't done anything unusual. Then he'd cross the bridge again and collapse!
On the last visit I thought he'd play forever. We went right before a storm and the wind kept us from getting too hot. After a couple hours he came up to me, all grubby and sweaty. He asked for a bath, and a smoothie with a straw. I suppose that's his way of saying he was done.
And for whatever reason he'd get half way across the bridge and collapse. He would lie there for a few minutes. It concerned some of the other kids and they would watch and wait for him to "wake up". Mason would jump up and carry on as if he hadn't done anything unusual. Then he'd cross the bridge again and collapse!
On the last visit I thought he'd play forever. We went right before a storm and the wind kept us from getting too hot. After a couple hours he came up to me, all grubby and sweaty. He asked for a bath, and a smoothie with a straw. I suppose that's his way of saying he was done.
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