We took a little family trip yesterday afternoon to Independence Park so baby could stretch out her new walkin' legs on some flat terrain and go for a swing. She toddled all over the place, from the playground all the way to the little waterfall on the other side of the park. She had fun exploring the new territory; Mommy had fun trying to keep her from picking up cigarette butts and licking the trash cans. (She's attracted to anything with a hint of danger or germs, of course.)
After 45 minutes or so, we headed back to the car, walking past the gazebo with the usual harmless-looking homeless guy sitting there. (Why homeless guys tend to hang out in this particular park is beyond me, but they do.) As we got to the top of the hill where we parked, we noticed a police officer crouched behind a dumpster, apparently staking out aforementioned homeless guy. He gives us the "sssshhhh" sign, as we pass.
Um, not a warm fuzzy feeling as we wondered, should we also be ducking behind a dumpster? We quickly got baby in the car and high-tailed it out of there, but I would love to know what in the heck was going on...
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Saturday, October 9, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Grandma the Great!
Yesterday was a blast for Miss Sarah Beth. She not only had the undivided attention of Grandma and Grandpa, but also stole the heart of her Great-Grandma. Grandpa and the Grandmas drove down for a visit and Sarah Beth did not disappoint. She immediately reached our her arms for Grandma, which totally made the 2 hour drive worthwhile. She played games with both the Grandmas during lunch and then we went to Latta Park to show off her swingin' and splashin' skills. Here are a few pics:
Grandma and Grandpa
(notice how their outfits are coordinated?
Apparently that's what happens after 40+ years of marriage without even trying.)
The Grandmas! Grand and Great. You can see where SB inherited her good looks.
4 Generations.
Spraygrounds! Man does this baby love some water. We thought it would be too much for her but she thought it was awesome and kept dragging us back in every time we shuffled her to the exit.
Whatchoo talkin' bout Mama?
I'm hoping she doesn't get too comfortable spending time behind bars.
We are so happy we had this day together. Great-Grandma is a beautiful, sassy lady who always knows how to carry herself with class and style. I love that she got to spend some time with our little girl. I talked to my mom on the phone today and Great-Grandma said to tell me that I was a great Mom which is about the nicest compliment she could give me. Thanks Great-Grandma for your visit and for all the love you send us. We love you lots!
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Great morning, but...
With the pollen count finally receding from terrorist threat level Orange and the beautiful blue sky today, I thought we’d venture out to Freedom Park for one of those Mommy/Baby mornings that I daydreamed about when I was still at the cube farm. We had a very nice walk, but there were a few things that I could have done without:
(1) Woman sitting in car in the parking lot with door open screaming into cell phone “If you don’t shut up I am going to reach through this phone and hit you in the neck.” I don’t know what the other party said but she was not kidding. I think she would have done it. How can you be that pissed at someone at 9 in the morning? Awesome start to our walk.
(2) The seventeen people mowing grass. I am highly allergic to grass. At the height of pollen season a few weeks ago I wouldn’t let Kurt add to my misery by mowing the lawn. I guess it looked pretty rough because our neighbor’s son-in-law went ahead and mowed it for us. Oops. Anyway, Thursdays are landscape days at Freedom Park, apparently. Remind me not to go on Thursdays. We stuck to the greenway and stayed away from the green death as much as possible, but I still must’ve sneezed 35 times on the way home. Talk about distracted driving.
(3) The BOBs. For those of you not in the know, BOB is “the” jogger stroller to have. We are in the have-nots because we can’t bring ourselves to shell out $350 for one, but I covet, oh do I covet as I limp along in my four-wheeled piece o’ junk Graco Metrolite. Sarah Beth seems to like it just fine, but if I speed up to anything more than a brisk walk, the thing wobbles like a broke-down shopping cart. Oh and by the way, all the BOB Mommies are skinny and cute in their little jogging shorts and tank tops. Damn them.
(4) The Junior Leaguer in the pearls. Ok, I don’t know that she was a Junior Leaguer and there’s nothing wrong with the Junior League – it’s a perfectly nice organization that does wonderful charitable things. But when I saw this girl bopping along in jogging pants, a white t-shirt, baseball cap and a long strand of PEARLS, all I could think was, give me a break, Junior Leaguer. I don’t even wear my wedding band to the park because I don’t want to attract anyone’s attention who may be looking for an easy target, and this chick is sporting pearls? I wonder if she wears them to sleep. I realize that I am a little obsessed about this but for some reason it really got on my nerves.
(5) Guy smoking a cigarette on a bench beside the Greenway. Um, dude did you not get the memo? Smoking is not cool anymore, James Dean, and it’s BAD for you, so put out your butt (throw it in a trash can please) and spare the rest of us, who are out here for some fresh air, not here to inhale the fumes from your cancer stick.
A personal message to the guy with the two little yorkies: When I say, awww such cute puppies, YOU are supposed to say, “and what a beautiful baby you have!” That’s how it works. Not just a nod and a smile. Got it? We will be back (not on Thursdays) and I expect a little more enthusiasm over my precious little girl. Thanks.
(1) Woman sitting in car in the parking lot with door open screaming into cell phone “If you don’t shut up I am going to reach through this phone and hit you in the neck.” I don’t know what the other party said but she was not kidding. I think she would have done it. How can you be that pissed at someone at 9 in the morning? Awesome start to our walk.
(2) The seventeen people mowing grass. I am highly allergic to grass. At the height of pollen season a few weeks ago I wouldn’t let Kurt add to my misery by mowing the lawn. I guess it looked pretty rough because our neighbor’s son-in-law went ahead and mowed it for us. Oops. Anyway, Thursdays are landscape days at Freedom Park, apparently. Remind me not to go on Thursdays. We stuck to the greenway and stayed away from the green death as much as possible, but I still must’ve sneezed 35 times on the way home. Talk about distracted driving.
(3) The BOBs. For those of you not in the know, BOB is “the” jogger stroller to have. We are in the have-nots because we can’t bring ourselves to shell out $350 for one, but I covet, oh do I covet as I limp along in my four-wheeled piece o’ junk Graco Metrolite. Sarah Beth seems to like it just fine, but if I speed up to anything more than a brisk walk, the thing wobbles like a broke-down shopping cart. Oh and by the way, all the BOB Mommies are skinny and cute in their little jogging shorts and tank tops. Damn them.
(4) The Junior Leaguer in the pearls. Ok, I don’t know that she was a Junior Leaguer and there’s nothing wrong with the Junior League – it’s a perfectly nice organization that does wonderful charitable things. But when I saw this girl bopping along in jogging pants, a white t-shirt, baseball cap and a long strand of PEARLS, all I could think was, give me a break, Junior Leaguer. I don’t even wear my wedding band to the park because I don’t want to attract anyone’s attention who may be looking for an easy target, and this chick is sporting pearls? I wonder if she wears them to sleep. I realize that I am a little obsessed about this but for some reason it really got on my nerves.
(5) Guy smoking a cigarette on a bench beside the Greenway. Um, dude did you not get the memo? Smoking is not cool anymore, James Dean, and it’s BAD for you, so put out your butt (throw it in a trash can please) and spare the rest of us, who are out here for some fresh air, not here to inhale the fumes from your cancer stick.
A personal message to the guy with the two little yorkies: When I say, awww such cute puppies, YOU are supposed to say, “and what a beautiful baby you have!” That’s how it works. Not just a nod and a smile. Got it? We will be back (not on Thursdays) and I expect a little more enthusiasm over my precious little girl. Thanks.
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