Camping with the parents.
Jun. 14th, 2009 11:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyLast week was so hectic, but we had a great time. Evie was just so tired every night that she could barely stand herself. No naps, plus busy busy busy, plus staying up late.. I let her sleep late in the mornings but it just didn't cut it. She really just had too much fun. The parents were camping across town, along with my niece, W, who's fourteen. We were over there all day from Wednesday through Saturday.
First, it rained for the first three days, so we had to do all our outdoors stuff in between bouts of rain. Rain also creates these awesomely fun adventure lands known as mud puddles. I know that I'm a control freak and all, but Evelyn really did not know anything about mud puddles before this week. She did not need anyone to teach her how they worked.
She did, however, need someone to hose her off afterward.
We did some fishing--we didn't catch anything. If you ask her about fishing now, Evelyn says it was "boring." Isn't she kind of young to be bored by everything? We played mini golf on a rather sad little course, and we played badminton (none of us were very good, but we weren't keeping score so it didn't matter much.) We finally got to go swimming on Saturday. Surprisingly, Evie did not care for it at ALL. She loved it last year and she adores water still, from the bathroom sink to the water table to her bath to today's obsession with taking a shower. It was really cold, and there were a lot of people around, and she kept saying it was "scawwy" (scary) so we handed her over to my parents and M, W and I played in the pool for a little longer.
We also discovered that one of the easiest ways to clear a swimming pool is hearing a woman behind you saying, "My daughter just threw up in the pool", while running off to find a net for all the chunks. W and I just kind of looked at each other and made a beeline for the ladder. The little girl who threw up, by the way, was smaller than Evelyn, and they were having her slide off the edge of the pool and dunk herself. She was coughing several times, once in that loud, harsh, rasping way that makes one thing of drowning. She did not appear to be enjoying all the dunking she was getting. I felt nothing but sorry for her, and also, some antipathy for her mother.
Anyway, while we were getting pool-puked, Evelyn leaves the scawwy pool behind and takes off for the wonderful world of the playground.
I just had to show you the playground. It was clearly purchased years ago from an old daycare or something, designed in the days when it was fashionable to build in death and mutilation traps conveniently located right inside the playground equipment. There were several layers of chipped paint in a wide range of bright colors over heavy, and extremely hard, steel bars. There were wheels that squeaked and pinched and bouncy things that could easily chop a finger off and oh yes, none of it was bolted to the ground. I actually ran over once and balanced the opposite side of a four-seated bouncy thing that had two random kids who were kind of too big on one side because it was perilously close to tipping over. (The kids were kind of freaked out by me and left, which was probably best for their own personal safety anyway.) Big! Steel! Heavy enough to really hurt you if you tip it over, and all of them wobbled! And yes, that is my daughter playing there. All I can say is that we were hovering, and she wasn't allowed to play on the more dangerous things at all. I think an older kid would be more likely to seriously hurt themselves than a younger, closely supervised one--not least of all because of the risk of tipping.
The best part, though, was Saturday, when Daddy could come camping all day, too.
First, it rained for the first three days, so we had to do all our outdoors stuff in between bouts of rain. Rain also creates these awesomely fun adventure lands known as mud puddles. I know that I'm a control freak and all, but Evelyn really did not know anything about mud puddles before this week. She did not need anyone to teach her how they worked.
She did, however, need someone to hose her off afterward.
We did some fishing--we didn't catch anything. If you ask her about fishing now, Evelyn says it was "boring." Isn't she kind of young to be bored by everything? We played mini golf on a rather sad little course, and we played badminton (none of us were very good, but we weren't keeping score so it didn't matter much.) We finally got to go swimming on Saturday. Surprisingly, Evie did not care for it at ALL. She loved it last year and she adores water still, from the bathroom sink to the water table to her bath to today's obsession with taking a shower. It was really cold, and there were a lot of people around, and she kept saying it was "scawwy" (scary) so we handed her over to my parents and M, W and I played in the pool for a little longer.
We also discovered that one of the easiest ways to clear a swimming pool is hearing a woman behind you saying, "My daughter just threw up in the pool", while running off to find a net for all the chunks. W and I just kind of looked at each other and made a beeline for the ladder. The little girl who threw up, by the way, was smaller than Evelyn, and they were having her slide off the edge of the pool and dunk herself. She was coughing several times, once in that loud, harsh, rasping way that makes one thing of drowning. She did not appear to be enjoying all the dunking she was getting. I felt nothing but sorry for her, and also, some antipathy for her mother.
Anyway, while we were getting pool-puked, Evelyn leaves the scawwy pool behind and takes off for the wonderful world of the playground.
I just had to show you the playground. It was clearly purchased years ago from an old daycare or something, designed in the days when it was fashionable to build in death and mutilation traps conveniently located right inside the playground equipment. There were several layers of chipped paint in a wide range of bright colors over heavy, and extremely hard, steel bars. There were wheels that squeaked and pinched and bouncy things that could easily chop a finger off and oh yes, none of it was bolted to the ground. I actually ran over once and balanced the opposite side of a four-seated bouncy thing that had two random kids who were kind of too big on one side because it was perilously close to tipping over. (The kids were kind of freaked out by me and left, which was probably best for their own personal safety anyway.) Big! Steel! Heavy enough to really hurt you if you tip it over, and all of them wobbled! And yes, that is my daughter playing there. All I can say is that we were hovering, and she wasn't allowed to play on the more dangerous things at all. I think an older kid would be more likely to seriously hurt themselves than a younger, closely supervised one--not least of all because of the risk of tipping.
The best part, though, was Saturday, when Daddy could come camping all day, too.
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Date: 2009-06-15 01:27 pm (UTC)