We made our first attempt at the playground this past weekend.
Sure, we'd taken her to the park before...but not to the playground. Not to where the other kids run rampant and seemingly completely unsupervised.
Good news is, she loved the swings, loved watching the other kids and had a jolly good time.
Bad news is, I find the playground to be very stressful.
Is it just me? Maybe it's our playground, but there seemed to be a disproportionate amount of children compared to the adults on premise.
And the few adults I did see were on their phones. Or texting. Certainly not oh, watching their children.
I watched a kid climb up to the top of the play structure, shimmy his way out onto a ledge, look around to see no one was watching (clearly he didn't notice me gawking at him), then leap several feet to the ground, nearly impaling several other children wandering around below. Where were his parents?
(NOTE: Yes, I watched the entire thing without saying a word. For one, the kid looked annoying and I wasn't going to get all concerned if his own flesh and blood didn't seem to care. Besides, I don't know the playground etiquette and what and appropriate response would be. I'm pretty sure, "Hey you little asshole, knock that shit off" isn't on the list of okay things to say, and that's all that popped into my head at the time.)
We of course took tons of pictures, because that's what new parents do. New parents also tend to take pictures of just the baby, and we've done just that for a good 7+ months. But recently, Anoop or Matt or one of the American Idol contestants that is NOT Adam, Danny or Allison and therefore forgettable, recently mentioned that all of their childhood pictures were of just them and as a result, they now hate taking pictures. Since I take everything Anoop says very seriously, I proclaimed that we need more pictures with us and Sabrina and we made an effort to get some at the park.
But then I saw this:
Rest assured these are not the only pictures where it was made abundantly clear that saying I need to lose weight and crossing my fingers has not been an effective weight loss strategy.
Our house is full of mirrors. Full of them. Mirrored closet doors in every bedroom, huge mirror in the bathroom. You'd think at some point I would notice my midsection spilling over my waistband. Is there such thing as reverse anorexia? I fear I may have it.
Sabrina is on her own in pictures until this is handled.