The incident at the park...
I guess since I haven't blogged in about six months, I owe you a few stories. So I'll start off with one that shocked me the most - the panty-dropping park event.
My friend Liz brought her two-year old daughter Avery over for a playdate during some point in late August. After a while in the house, we decided to go to the park. It had rained the day before, but neither Liz nor myself were overly concerned about it. Despite the fact that it was seriously humid outside, I grabbed a sweatshirt jacket for myself and wrapped it around my waist.
(Okay some of you might be wondering why I only grabbed a sweatshirt jacket for myself. And not my child. Well, I learned that Arianna is her own person. So that means when it's 76 degrees outside and I'm chilly, I can accept that Arianna is not. She takes after Marc. I guess.)
We walked about three blocks to get to the park.
When we arrived, the girls ran right over to the swings and played on the preschool jungle gym. I noticed that the bottom of the large swirly slide had a pool of rainwater at it's base, so I told the girls it was off-limits.
A little while later, we went over to the big kids jungle gym so the girls could try out the monkey bars and pretend to be sailors. As I was showing Avery the steering wheel, I watched as Arianna went down the swirly slide. I thought nothing of it. Until she got to the bottom of the slide and began screaming "I'M WET! I'M WET"
Then she proceeded to strip.
I was on top of the jungle gym staring in disbelief. "Arianna, do not take off your dress!" I shouted.
She threw it on the ground. Crying. Screaming she was wet.
I reached her just as her panties reached her knees. And I tried to reason with her to put her clothes on until we got home. But she refused. And even I had to admit that her clothes were soaked. And also full of mulch since she had thrown them during her strip-tantrum.
I wish we were the only people at the park. But of course we weren't. A toddler boy and his mother had witnessed the whole thing. I think it was the first time the little dude had ever since a girl naked before. He looked bewildered.
I didn't have a diaper bag or a change of clothes or a stroller or anything. I had gone to the park just us because it was "right around the corner." Luckily I had tied that sweatshirt jacket around my waist, because I pulled it off and put it on Arianna.
Arianna was happy. She wasn't in wet clothes and we'd be going home so she could pick out a new outfit. I was happy she wouldn't be walking home naked. Liz found the entire thing hysterical. But Avery... poor Avery. She was very unhappy we had to leave the park.
My friend Liz brought her two-year old daughter Avery over for a playdate during some point in late August. After a while in the house, we decided to go to the park. It had rained the day before, but neither Liz nor myself were overly concerned about it. Despite the fact that it was seriously humid outside, I grabbed a sweatshirt jacket for myself and wrapped it around my waist.
(Okay some of you might be wondering why I only grabbed a sweatshirt jacket for myself. And not my child. Well, I learned that Arianna is her own person. So that means when it's 76 degrees outside and I'm chilly, I can accept that Arianna is not. She takes after Marc. I guess.)
We walked about three blocks to get to the park.
When we arrived, the girls ran right over to the swings and played on the preschool jungle gym. I noticed that the bottom of the large swirly slide had a pool of rainwater at it's base, so I told the girls it was off-limits.
A little while later, we went over to the big kids jungle gym so the girls could try out the monkey bars and pretend to be sailors. As I was showing Avery the steering wheel, I watched as Arianna went down the swirly slide. I thought nothing of it. Until she got to the bottom of the slide and began screaming "I'M WET! I'M WET"
Then she proceeded to strip.
I was on top of the jungle gym staring in disbelief. "Arianna, do not take off your dress!" I shouted.
She threw it on the ground. Crying. Screaming she was wet.
I reached her just as her panties reached her knees. And I tried to reason with her to put her clothes on until we got home. But she refused. And even I had to admit that her clothes were soaked. And also full of mulch since she had thrown them during her strip-tantrum.
I wish we were the only people at the park. But of course we weren't. A toddler boy and his mother had witnessed the whole thing. I think it was the first time the little dude had ever since a girl naked before. He looked bewildered.
I didn't have a diaper bag or a change of clothes or a stroller or anything. I had gone to the park just us because it was "right around the corner." Luckily I had tied that sweatshirt jacket around my waist, because I pulled it off and put it on Arianna.
Arianna was happy. She wasn't in wet clothes and we'd be going home so she could pick out a new outfit. I was happy she wouldn't be walking home naked. Liz found the entire thing hysterical. But Avery... poor Avery. She was very unhappy we had to leave the park.
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