Lucy's outfit: Peter's pajama pants, last year's swim shoes,
her elephant shirt (size 12 months!) backward, and a playsilk
tied around her neck "to keep my arms warm"
Today was perhaps the first full-on gorgeous spring day we've had. Sunny, warm (in the 70s!), and with just enough breeze to carry the fragrant scent of mulch from the College stockpile. Well, perhaps not the last part.*
It was good timing, this beautiful day, since I woke up feeling much less than beautiful myself. Who knows what the cause, but I woke (and still feel) pretty miserable. I've narrowed the culprits to: that time I fell really hard down the stairs and thought I might have broken half of my body; the fact that Lucy's waking me up at 5:30 and earlier for the past week**; and the possible onset of a cold. I know: woe is me. But still.
If' I'd been feeling better, we'd have walked over to the park and met up with the rest of Swarthmore's under-5 crowd. As it was, they children made a break for the back patio, and who was I to put up a fight? The back patio should be a great place to play, but the mosquitoes and ticks mean it's really an option only two months of the year.
The kids are free to dig and hunt for bugs and throw all manner of stuff down the big hill. It's really pretty awesome, especially when nature hunting is in full effect and we can capture and study all sorts of wildlife.
As it was, the only wildlife we observed were stinkbugs, ants, and bees. I pretended not to notice that they were cutting stinkbugs in half, mostly because I don't know how to address the issue. On one hand, I don't want to be raising two sociopaths. On the other hand, I've killed more than my fair share of bugs.
Thomas seemed to like being outside and didn't put up a fight about his hat, although he did try very hard to stuff all sorts of leaves, dirt, and other stuff in his mouth. I'm not entirely opposed to dirt-eating, but it shouldn't be his first meal, right?
*There's an interesting running discussion about vultures, mulch, and mulchers. Also, despite all their poopy talk, the children simultaneously caught a whiff of the mulch and proclaimed it stinky.
**Today was 6. It was heavenly.
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