It’s been sort of slow and easy. Our days are filled with quieter less photo op worthy moments but still fun time spent together. And I guess, after all my husband’s traveling for 7 months, there isn’t much more I want out of life than time together.
|Is there anything cuter in this life than your little kid walking hand in hand with his father?|
|Exhibit A that I bring up the rear a lot.|
|Exhibit B. Still in the rear.|
|Trying out riding to the grocery store. My husband got to carry the backpack full of fruit home. He drew the line at watermelon.|
We’ve also been trying out frisbees and boomerangs. I laughed hysterically when my husband took the kids in the front yard the first night to test the boomerangs and immediately lost one over a neighbor’s fence. The neighbors weren’t home and the fence was too high to scale. That’s called funny.
|Aiming with his free arm. That's where the magic happens.|
|The ninja showing us how it's done.|
The kids like that they each have their own frisbee and everyone is getting to throw instead of it being one at a time and boring. And I suck just as much as the kids do so even though their father crushes them, the rest of us are pretty even. It’s cheap entertainment and involves some walking. Thumbs up.
The frisbee golf course designers put a couple holes near the edge of the lovely pond in the lovely aforementioned park. I guess that would be cute and challenging if you're into frisbee golf and competitive. But if you're the Clampetts out goofing off with your kids and one of them is a trainwreck and therefore likely to send his Frisbee to the bottom of the pond, holes near the water is annoying.
|Exhibit C. Yep. Rear. Still here.|
I keep convincing my kids to practice on other holes instead. Odds are they'll eventually want to broaden their horizons though. I’m not against broad horizons. I just think we should find ways to do it that don’t set off my gag reflex.
Doesn’t make me a bad mother. Plenty of other things might. But that one doesn’t.