The summer before I was supposed to start vet school, I relished in being able to take my older son (OS) to places like the park and the beach. During subsequent summers, I continued to truly love doing it. When I had my younger son (YS) I assumed that I would continue doing the same things. I placed YS in his infant carrier, and OS and I were able to do enjoy the same activities we had enjoyed when he was an only child. Even last summer I was able to take both boys on a week-long vacation without the Big Giraffe with friends at the beach. Sure I was exhausted at the end, but going to the beach and the park wasn't a problem. Of course, I also had friends to help me.
I've realized recently that things have really changed. Some are for the better and some are not. The fact the my two kids can now play board games together is definitely for the better. Hey I'm all for parental involvement, but I can only take playing High Ho Cherry-O so many times before wanting to stick my head down a toilet. So what if they don't always follow the directions, or if they sometimes take to pelting each other with the cherries or the gingerbread men from Candyland. Their behavior in the car is an absolute negative now that they are both old enough to fight with each other. That's a post in and of itself. Let's just say if you see a crazy person driving around my home town and pulling over to the side of the road every 30 feet it's probably me driving while simultaneously trying to intercept a water bottle that is being used as a weapon by both of them. If you read my post yesterday on park safety...well you already know how well that one is going.
I was still stumped today though by OS. I asked the boys what they would like to do today. OS announced he would like to go to the beach. I was thrown. Sure we've gone to the beach in summers past, but we have yet to go this summer. I started to say "yes" but fortunately immediately realized that I can no longer take my kids to the beach by myself. Why is that? Last year YS wasn't mobile. Last year he let me hold him in my arms. Most importantly, last year OS really didn't like getting wet, so most of his time at the beach was spent either digging in the sand or with no more than his ankles in the water making it really easy for me to be with OS while YS was snuggled in my arms. No one was asking me to swim with them in the water, and I wasn't chasing two kids taking off in two different directions. I definitely want the Big Giraffe with me when we next hit the beach.
We'll see how next summer goes. In the meantime, we settled on one of the splash pads around here. It's zero depth and fenced in so both kids were contained, and they had a great time anyway.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Two children are more challenging than one.Labels: Humor (at least Attempted), Outings and Playgroups |
Someone told me, when I was pregnant with #2 baby and #1 baby was only 14 months old, that two babies were more than twice the work of one. THAT was the understatement of the century! Then I went and had ANOTHER one when baby #2 was just 15 months old. Trips to the grocery store with three kids under the age of 4...I honestly can't remember those days! They are a blur!
I enjoy your blog...I miss having little ones. Mine are teeangers now but I'm still at home with them and loving how their lives are changing and so interesting.