Since Sunday had gone so well, I dared to take Lily and Noah back to the playground. As usual, Noah wasn't thrilled about it and tried to walk right back out as soon as I put him down, but after a few minutes he was back to wandering around the enclosure.
There was only one group of kids when we got there and Lily didn't hesitate to express her disappointment to me. (Geez, sorry kid.) There were three of them- a boy about 8 or 9, a girl about 5 or 6, and another girl that couldn't have been older than 3 1/2. From a distance, I thought maybe they were with a high school age babysitter, but once I got up to them I realized it was their sister and she seemed to be about 13.
She was letting all three of them climb all over the outsides of the playground equipment, kinda not watching them as well as she probably should have.. and then the older two started running up the 10 to 12 foot high slides. (I was hyperventilating in my head.) The whole time, Lily was following them around and trying to play with them. They sort of tolerated her, but weren't really interacting with her- which was a lot different than the kids that had been at the playground earlier in the week. I kept as close as I could, praying she wasn't going to try to join in to the more dangerous aspects of it.
Thankfully she didn't. She was even going so far as to constantly tell them, "I don't think that's a very good idea!" I have no idea where she got that from. (Okay, yes I do.)
Soon a younger boy and his mom arrived and Lily attached herself to them instead- talking the mother's ear off. I didn't want her to be an annoyance, but when it seemed clear that she wasn't, I backed off and let them play.
Unfortunately, they didn't stay long. They said their goodbyes and off she went back to the first group. It was so-so until a third group arrived (which I remembered from Sunday)- two or three boys and a girl.
At this point, almost all of the kids were either running up the largest slides or at the top trying to go down them. You can imagine how well
that was going. (More internal hyperventilating.) I assumed it was only a matter of time before someone broke one of their limbs, got kicked, rammed into someone else trying to go down the slide, or blood was spilled in some manner. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and we left.
Oh, no no.. not just like that. First I had to shout at my child and chase her around the playground.. and it was not embarrassing at all. (Yes, yes it was.)
It is called being lulled into a false sense of security. Thank you for that, Lily.
But then today we went to the library- which Lily had no problem telling me she did not want to do- although once we got into the car, she was fine.
I finally got a new library card. And in the grand tradition of siblings, they decided to switch up their behaviors- Lily quietly looked at books and Noah screeched like a Howler monkey, while I just tried to fill out a quick form. Noah also tried to take off out of both the front
and back doors (wide open and followed by a steep cascade of granite steps) every time I would put him down to stop the screaming. It was awesome. (No it wasn't.)
Thankfully, all I really had to write down was the most basic of info.. and then I went off to wrangle my children while the understanding librarian took care of the rest.
We would be terrible at being sneaky spies, because we cannot help but be full of chaos and noise wherever we go. You will know when we are there and you won't forget us after we've left. That's just how we roll. Apparently.