It's been raining non-stop here.
NON. Stop.
Which has made it hard for Mark to get the kids out. We don't belong to any indoor groups so all the kids have are the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens (lucky buggers!) and the Garfield Tot Lot to go to. I say "all" but we know that the kids are beyond fortunate to have such cool things. I wish that the Botanical Gardens was my go-to place as a kid. (We've a family membership we use almost daily.) Today, Fathers' Day, Mark took them to see ducks and as a bonus they got to see some rabbits and a turtle.(I needed to sort laundry and iron shirts for work so I stayed behind.)
Still, the indoor stuff is sorely lacking for us, and when the rain comes, the kids are usually stuck indoors.It makes for unusually cranky days and nights full of unreleased energy. And it makes for tired parents. Now that I am working again, Mark has the kids from 6:30 am til 8 or whenever I get home. So he's been dealing with figuring out a safe way for the kids to get their ya-yas out. He has been dealing with all the crank the kids have to throw at him.
Lately, he's been being creative with activities. Now that the kids are older, coloring is cool and they have a new found love for their Fisher Price barn and dollhouse. Pretty soon we will throw playdough and fingerpainting into that mix.
But the slide... That gets their uttermost love:
Well at least until Yo Gabba Gabba comes on.
Still, pain in the butt that it is to get that out and set up, their joy and glee is worth it.
And, at the end of the day, after our kids are happily in bed, and I see that my husband is done and tired and worn out, I realize that he is one in a million. He is the only man I could trust to do this and I love him incredibly and thoroughly.
He's the perfect father and I love him, the kids love him, more than he knows.
So Mark, this one's for you, in a way. Happy Fathers' Day. Thank you for raising some damned fine kids.
