Rainy Days And Mondays

imageA cold and rainy Monday, do you want to hang around inside the house all day?  No. Me neither.  What to do, what to do!  There is this place; it’s called “Chasing Tales“.  It’s a giant playroom just for kids like you.  We’ve been there before.  The minute we pulled into the parking lot it starts; screaming joy from the back seat!

I open the door and the wiggling, squirming, twisting and turning starts.

“I have to pay.  We have to take our shoes off.”

Well, go fast, Grandma!

And you’re off.

So much to do.

You run from one area to another; touching, picking up, inspecting,

sometimes stopping to look at another child, briefly,

sometimes wanting to examine the very thing that someone else is playing with,

so you just take it.

They do the same to you as well.

Funny how kids your age don’t really care,

you just move on to the next thing to explore.

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Oh wait, there’s another room  It’s a giant gym! Running is easy: falling is no big deal.  There are things to climb, balls to carry and throw and kick, riding toys; lots of riding toys, slides, a little house with a door that you can open and close by yourself.  Ah, baby love!

The noise level is louder in this space, so first you just stand there and scream.

No one cares.

Scream to your hearts content.

Then you’re off:  riding, climbing, running, riding, climbing, running.

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And then you realized that you were tall enough to climb the biggest structure of all.

You have no fear.

Well, Grandma has a lifetime of fear, so the camera gets put away.

Oh my goodness, you are climbing up some high steps!

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Grandma has to climb too.  What?

imageWell,  you are not going to fall on my watch!

And after running around and around, back and forth from room to room,

exploring,

touching,

carrying,

throwing,

hitting (oops, sometimes it’s another little kid),

and climbing that structure again and again,

you stand outside of that little house and scream at a little girl, in your baby babble,

because she won’t open the door.

It was time to go home.

You didn’t complain.  You were tired.

Still, you jabbered from your carseat all the way back home.

And when we got home,  you slept…and so did Grandma.

Perfect rainy day!

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