It’s time to make some changes around here.
All the leisure activities can’t be ONLY about the kids. There needs to be a little room for us to get some exercise too. So we decided to forgo the usual “playing outside after dinner” bit tonight and go for a simple stroll around the block.
In less than thirty seconds, my son was already sitting on the grass pouting about this cruel and unusual punishment. I assured him it would take no more than ten minutes, and we’d be home before he knew it. He assured me that he will go, but he will continue to cry the whole way.
Fine. Be that way. We’re still going.
We spent the first half of the walk explaining why grown-ups bodies need to get exercise too. I didn’t get into the whole “you called me fat, so you can come for a damn walk with me you little brat” reason.
So we get to the midway point, and my precious potty-training-two-year-old declares that she has to go pee.
On our ten minute walk, of course you have to go pee. Because going right before we left the house didn’t quite cut it.
Fortunately we learned the bush squat technique last weekend, so we found a nice bush away from anyone’s houses, in a nice secluded spot. Perfect. A big bush, and plenty of privacy.
I kid you not, the moment her panties were down, a running group of about two dozen men and women came jogging by.
Over twenty people on an normally deserted street. What are the odds.
Probably as good as her dropping her “crown” (a headband she’s been wearing as a crown all evening) right into the puddle she just made in the dirt next to the bush.
Nope, you can’t hold it. It’s okay, mommy will hold it. We need to wash it. (Really, there’s nothing mommy wants more than to carry your pee-soaked headband all the way home.)
Well, we continued on, and got down to the home stretch. Only to have the necessary trip-over-absolutely-nothing-skinning-of-the-knees to conclude our evening stroll.
So I carried the little one home, as she cried “I need an Angry Bird Band-aid” the whole way.
Can’t say it got my heart rate up at all, but at least we were able to provide the local running club with a mid-run chuckle.
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My friend mentioned to me the other day that she had a 90’s dance party with her daughter on the weekend. What a fun idea, I had to share it.
She opened the music videos from YouTube and away they went, and her 3 year old daughter loved it!
Dance parties are pretty popular in my house too, but I’ve never gotten carried away to the point of making a theme out of it!
So, I thought it would be a pretty rad idea to have a kids 90’s music dance party dance off. In the ‘hood. A whole block party themed around this cool idea. If we get our kids dressed up, make a few mixed cd’s, grab some prizes for dance moves and costumes… I think we’d have a pretty epic night! All while having the opportunity to teach our kids they have to “fight, for their right, to paaaaarty.” Oh wait… that one was in the 80’s wasn’t it? Meh, the kids wouldn’t know the difference.
While thinking of us, living in our “gangsta’s paradise,” try to come up with your own take on this one. Maybe you can work it into casual Friday at the office. Maybe you’re throwing a kegger on the weekend. I know these theme parties have been done before, but I’m saying, what are you waiting for? Join in!
So here’s what I need from YOU:
Leave me the names of the songs from the 90’s that define the decade for you. Even if you could think of one song that you would be a little excited about if you heard it on the radio right now.
Thanks for participating!