Create Your Own Playground
Some days you just don't have time to take your child to the park. You have to create a playground wherever you are.
Lately I've had a lot of family obligations and my boy seems to be getting the short shrift. Fun just hasn't been the priority. Today, though, I wanted things to be different.
My mother and I had several errands to run. There wasn't much excitement at the bank or the dry cleaners and Hendrick slept through most of our visit to the mattress store. Lunch got a little better. There were a few kids in the restaurant to keep him engaged for a little while. But it wasn't until we hit the furniture store that things got rocking.
Ahhh, there is was. A huge showroom with plenty of room to run around, soft couches to roll around on, mattresses to jump on and few customers to bump into. (There was almost a collision with a arm chair that a store employee was transporting somewhere, but Hendrick adeptly bounced off the soft leather and kept going. That's my boy.)
While my mother haggled with the salesman I played peek-a-boo in the juvenile section, tickled him on several of the Serta Perfect Sleepers and watched him play quietly underneath one of those bunk beds with a desk underneath. I thought it would make a nice fort but I didn't want to press my luck.
Hendrick was distracted from our game of opening and closing the doors of an Oak bookcase by a green balloon a salesman gave him. He watched it dance underneath the ceiling vents while I wrapped the curly ribbons around his leg, just for fun.
We all left the store happy. My mom got a good price on a mattress, my son got to run wild and I got to see him laugh.
Lately I've had a lot of family obligations and my boy seems to be getting the short shrift. Fun just hasn't been the priority. Today, though, I wanted things to be different.
My mother and I had several errands to run. There wasn't much excitement at the bank or the dry cleaners and Hendrick slept through most of our visit to the mattress store. Lunch got a little better. There were a few kids in the restaurant to keep him engaged for a little while. But it wasn't until we hit the furniture store that things got rocking.
Ahhh, there is was. A huge showroom with plenty of room to run around, soft couches to roll around on, mattresses to jump on and few customers to bump into. (There was almost a collision with a arm chair that a store employee was transporting somewhere, but Hendrick adeptly bounced off the soft leather and kept going. That's my boy.)
While my mother haggled with the salesman I played peek-a-boo in the juvenile section, tickled him on several of the Serta Perfect Sleepers and watched him play quietly underneath one of those bunk beds with a desk underneath. I thought it would make a nice fort but I didn't want to press my luck.
Hendrick was distracted from our game of opening and closing the doors of an Oak bookcase by a green balloon a salesman gave him. He watched it dance underneath the ceiling vents while I wrapped the curly ribbons around his leg, just for fun.
We all left the store happy. My mom got a good price on a mattress, my son got to run wild and I got to see him laugh.
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