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When you play, play hard; when you work, don’t play at all. - Theodore Roosevelt
Just snapped this picture before putting the girl down for her nap. Mommy puts the play area in order every night, and this is what it looks like by 11am, lol.
Any morning that you can play until you crash, is a morning well spent. Made me wonder when the last time I played that hard was…
How about you?
-Gracie’s Daddy
Well, yesterday was the first really beautiful day of the year. Sunshine, blue skies, and 80 degrees.
We packed up the girl and went to out favorite park. We went to parks last summer, but this was the first time Gracie was big enough to really run free and explore.
And, boy did she!
You’d think it would be easy to keep a kid hemmed into a three-block by two block park, but Mommy and I spent most of our time herding her away from the street, out of the bark dust, and away from kids who had toys that she wanted, lol.
She seemed non-plussed by the 20-ft tall Gentle Ben statue, and had no love for the swings, but she got a kick out of running in the grass.
Sadly, not all was popsicles and dandelions.
Her rubber-bottom shoes were not, apparently, well suited from the sudden change from grass to sidewalk, and the resulting crash-dive precipitated our first case of scraped knees (of future thousands, I’m sure.)
I think Mom and I were more traumatized than the kid, who, after a brief flurry of tears, was up and racing for the street again.
So, as cute at the summer-wear was, next time we’ll be wearing jeans, and as entertaining as the playground (should) be, we’ll bring our own ball…and maybe a harness.
-Gracie’s Daddy
We did not get a nap today,
I’m not quite sure what else to say.
The sink is full, the floor’s a fright,
we ran from dawn, ‘til dark of night.
The laundry’s piled, no work got done,
she threw up twice (once, just for fun!)
My eyes are red, my feet complain,
my cell-phone clogs the toilet drain.
There’s marinara on the walls,
and Legos up and down the halls.
A banana’s stuck in the VCR,
and ketchup spread about the car.
The ceiling fan is on the floor,
your mother called (need I say more?)
The cat is bald, the goldfish dead,
the dog is hidden ‘neath the bed.
For tomorrow I can only pray,
‘cause we did not get a nap today!
-Gracie’s Daddy
