Reese and I go to the park almost every day. Sometimes twice a day. When we first started she was pretty much against all toys- she'd rather spend her time chasing ducks and trying to pet baby geese. Well, lately, since we've started walking with other girls and their boys from our ward, she's gotten much braver. She climbs up on the big toy with the rest of them and runs around and has a great time. That is until she gets stuck on the bridge. It's one of those short, black shiny rubber things that sags a little in the middle.
Well, from the very start it made her nervous and so instead of walking or running across it like everyone else, she stops, drops to all fours, and attempts to army crawl her way across. Nothing wrong with a bit of caution, right? Wrong. She gets stuck in the middle every single time, and since she doesn't dare stand she spends most of her time hanging onto the opposite side while her knees go a mile a minute up and down the rubber. Eventually she gives up and goes with one of two options:
1-) Yelling, "Mama!!! Stuck!" at the top of her lungs until I come give her bottom a little shove in the right direction
or
2-) Consigning herself to the role of Permanant Playtoy Greeter as she plops herself down and gives a warm "Hi" to every child that passes by.
It's tough tangle, but one of these days we'll get this rubber monster to admit defeat.
Total Eclipse!
3 weeks ago
2 comments:
haha!!! That is so funny!! Dang we have such hilarious kids in our family!
We like to play "3 Billy Goats Gruff" under bridges like that. I am the troll and G is goes "trip trap trip trap" over the bridge. But first she has to get over to the other side. : >
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