Centerville outing
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la_rainetteWe went to Centerville today, together with Adorable Sam and his brother Joey, two other kids and their respective moms. Centerville is an amusement park for little ones, conveniently located on one of the Toronto Islands (and one of the main attractions for the girls is of course the ferry ride).
We had lots of fun, especially Tadpole, who sat regally in her pint-sized fire engine, next to Adorable Sam (who was holding the steering wheel with one hand, actioning the bell with the other, and having the time of his life), and waved to everyone with elegance (Adorable Sam's mom calls it "the hip southern wave", I don't know why). She waved to everyone, that is, but me.
She waved to all the other kids.
She waved to all the other parents.
She waved to the attendants and to the I spleam guy.
But the more I hooted and waved and bobbed up and down, the more studiously she ignored me.
As Adorable Sam's mom put it, she probably thinks I am cramping her style.
This is giving me cold sweats, of course, as she is three. What will it be when she is 14? Well, it may all change still, I tell myself. I mean, Froglet, who is two years older, is in full mom-love mode right now. She says the most lovely things to me: "Mom, you're the best mom I've ever had! I love you more than my barbies!" :D
And as she (Froglet) took another one of her complicated, extra-long "shortcuts" today, she once again demonstrated impeccable logic when I tried to point out that a shortcut is actually supposed to be shorter: "It is if you run", she replied. :D Well, yes. An unburdened 5-year-old who learned to run before she could actually walk will have the better of a tired mom pushing a heavy stroller carrying one (1) Tadpole, and one (1) extra-big backpack (containing, of course, the Amazing Travelling Potty among other things).
Tired because we had to run back, trying to beat the rain. The final score was rain: 1, rainette: 0 as I sprinted back to the dock, pushing the stroller in which Tadpole was holding MY UMBRELLA - she had a raincoat, but insisted to have the umbrella as well. I would have resisted, but unless I sprouted a third hand, it was run and get wet or walk at a snail's pace and hold the umbrella and still get wet (pouring rain, tiny umbrella), but also miss the ferry. Halfway back Tadpole fell asleep and dropped my umbrella in a great big puddle. Of course, it wouldn't have been fun any other way.
So. It was, all in all, a very good day - rain included, as it made it more of An Adventure.
And now am off to watch Brother Bear with the girls, because "You Promised, Mom!" Yeah, I did. And they remember, because they always do. Which is why I am careful never to promise what I can't hold.
We had lots of fun, especially Tadpole, who sat regally in her pint-sized fire engine, next to Adorable Sam (who was holding the steering wheel with one hand, actioning the bell with the other, and having the time of his life), and waved to everyone with elegance (Adorable Sam's mom calls it "the hip southern wave", I don't know why). She waved to everyone, that is, but me.
She waved to all the other kids.
She waved to all the other parents.
She waved to the attendants and to the I spleam guy.
But the more I hooted and waved and bobbed up and down, the more studiously she ignored me.
As Adorable Sam's mom put it, she probably thinks I am cramping her style.
This is giving me cold sweats, of course, as she is three. What will it be when she is 14? Well, it may all change still, I tell myself. I mean, Froglet, who is two years older, is in full mom-love mode right now. She says the most lovely things to me: "Mom, you're the best mom I've ever had! I love you more than my barbies!" :D
And as she (Froglet) took another one of her complicated, extra-long "shortcuts" today, she once again demonstrated impeccable logic when I tried to point out that a shortcut is actually supposed to be shorter: "It is if you run", she replied. :D Well, yes. An unburdened 5-year-old who learned to run before she could actually walk will have the better of a tired mom pushing a heavy stroller carrying one (1) Tadpole, and one (1) extra-big backpack (containing, of course, the Amazing Travelling Potty among other things).
Tired because we had to run back, trying to beat the rain. The final score was rain: 1, rainette: 0 as I sprinted back to the dock, pushing the stroller in which Tadpole was holding MY UMBRELLA - she had a raincoat, but insisted to have the umbrella as well. I would have resisted, but unless I sprouted a third hand, it was run and get wet or walk at a snail's pace and hold the umbrella and still get wet (pouring rain, tiny umbrella), but also miss the ferry. Halfway back Tadpole fell asleep and dropped my umbrella in a great big puddle. Of course, it wouldn't have been fun any other way.
So. It was, all in all, a very good day - rain included, as it made it more of An Adventure.
And now am off to watch Brother Bear with the girls, because "You Promised, Mom!" Yeah, I did. And they remember, because they always do. Which is why I am careful never to promise what I can't hold.
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Date: 2004-07-21 06:47 pm (UTC)She waved to all the other kids.
She waved to all the other parents.
She waved to the attendants and to the I spleam guy.
But the more I hooted and waved and bobbed up and down, the more studiously she ignored me.
The "pre-teen" stage is getting younger and younger all the time...
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Date: 2004-07-21 07:47 pm (UTC)Well. Probably not. *sighs*