So, recently I have found myself worrying, as I sometimes do.
I have been trying to figure out how this whole playground experience will work out once the weather improves. I want, so badly, for Dylan to be able to actively participate in his surroundings. I know that he'll want to be down, on the ground, moving around with everyone else - playing, climbing, sliding! And honestly, the ol' guy is getting heavy now, and it's quite difficult holding him for long stretches of time. Ahh...If I could, I'd put him down, absolutely I would. Unfortunately, though, I'm not sure how well it will work out with him swiffering around the playground on wood chips.
Well, to our delight, it was absolutely beautiful this past weekend! Yesss! We decided to take a drive to the beach,
where we wound up discovering a playground that we hadn't seen before. Dave and I alternated holding Dylan until Cassidy started going down the slide. Oh, Dylan was so excited watching her go down and then back up. Down and back up. He was trying desperately to escape from my arms, so we let him go.
And as I watched him play, I realized, as it usually does, it all worked out just fine. Better than fine, actually. It was wonderful.
And those wood chips? I'm pretty sure Dylan can handle 'em.