It turns out my children are far more social than either of their parents.
Who could have seen that one coming?
I was hoping for homebodies, but alas, they are charismatic little people, heaven help me.
Several weeks ago Grand Master H met a darling little boy. They have been inseparable ever since. His mother and I have traded email addresses and we schedule park time as frequently as possible.
They draw each other pictures, share snacks, run around and have a great time.
Baby C kind of gets left behind, but she has her own thing going on and always has.
On Sunday we met at the only park in the western hemisphere with a merry-go-round. You remember from childhood, twirling, death-defying, merry-go-round?
Of course my children are wild about the thing.
Well they were until Grand Master H fell and hurt his left butt cheek.
The party was pretty much over after that one.
Baby would not be deterred.
She is a daredevil.
I am terrified of what our future holds.