Yesterday was unseasonable warm, so, after a solid week+ of bronchitis & ear infections, it was nice to be able to get the boys out of the house for some outdoor playtime. Since our backyard has not been “scooped” all winter long, we decided to avoid it altogether & go to a nearby park.
I really love our neighborhood. We totally lucked out with the house we ended up buying- although it needs some work, it has almost all of our criteria: close proximity to our families/friends, good school district, right number of bedrooms, lots of families with small children, good amount of potential for upgrades, fenced backyard, playground in the neighborhood- the list goes on and on. We decided to be very picky this time around since, hopefully, this will be our last move.
I realized yesterday, the only thing that would make our neighborhood more perfect would be the presence of some sort of stream or creek. There was one in my neighborhood growing up, and I have so many fond memories: turning over rocks to find crayfish, setting sail to homemade milk carton boats, getting my feet wet as I tried to cross the rocks, etc.
Yesterday at the park there was a stream. I realized a few things:
1. When you’re a boy, throwing stones in the creek trumps the playground any day of the week.
2. Wyatt could use some puddle boots.
3. Max has been spending way too much time with Superheros- meet Superman and Dr. Octopus.
4. I truly am one of the luckiest people in the world, creek or no creek. What an honor to help facilitate and to witness (hopefully) the building of wonderful childhood memories for my own little conquerors.
Have a great day, everyone.
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