“Are they all yours?!?”


It was such a beautiful day today, I decided to get the kids out of the house and go to the park.  We have this great park near us.  It’s huge, with miles of walking trails, places to picnic, two enclosed dog parks, what will eventually be gardens, and a very nice, big playground.  The thing I like best about it is that there are lots of places to walk, but I never feel unsafe because everything is wide open and visible.  The only thing I don’t like about it is the goose poop, which is roughly the same size as cat poop, only imagine a really big litter box for like a hundred cats.  For anyone who doesn’t know, Canada Geese travel in huge flocks.  Or wait, groups of geese are called gaggles, right?  A gaggle of geese…Anyway, they land in the grass and shit all over the place.  Luckily, this only happens where there is grass – the playground is mulched and the walking trails are either paved or gravel and for the most part, we were able to avoid it.

So we went today and took a nice long walk and as we were headed to the playground, I ran into a friend who has twin girls who are only three weeks younger than my twins.  We took all the kids to the playground and let them swing and play.  Of course, chasing four one-year olds around a playground for 15 minutes was way more of a workout than the several mile walk I’d taken – I was actually out of breath only a few minutes into play time.

At one point, all the kids were getting ready to go on the swings and another mom came up to us with her young daughter and asked us if they were all ours.  She looked sort of wide-eyed and a little scared, which I thought was kind of funny.  Actually, we must have looked pretty funny surrounded by our little army of one-year olds. 🙂

I wish I had gotten some pictures, but I was so busy trying to keep my kids from eating mulch, stealing other kids’ toys/sippy cups, climbing up the slide, hugging other parents (stranger danger?  nah, not my kids.  My kids will cuddle up to anyone – friends, family, general contractors, carpet installers, random parents at the park…), and wandering off into the dog park that photos didn’t happen.  My friend, after quite a few attempts, did manage to get one picture of the four of them – Eliza was trying to walk off, her two girls were staring (maybe?) menacingly down at Jack and he was looking up like ‘help’.


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