Lawsy me. It’s been hot here in my neck of the woods for the past week. The kind of hot that makes you want to stay inside and pretend that it’s a rainy day. Just opening the door to reach for the mail a few feet away makes me sweat. Finally, we got a little relief today. Who ever would have thought that weather in the mid 80’s would be known as a relief? It’s all about perspective.
We had to run to Target today for a shower gift that I need for the weekend. While we were there, we ran into a friend of mine…right in front of a display holding “Slip N’ Slide” toys. As we talked, I kept stealing glances at the display. I looked from the display to my sweet kids sitting in the cart playing peek a boo with my friend’s son. You see where this is going.
When I was a kid, we didn’t have a Slip N’ Slide. My cousin and I wanted one but never could convince our parents to get one. So, one hot summer day, we were poking around in her Dad’s barn and found a huge roll of plastic that he had left over from a house painting project. We rolled that plastic out in the yard, stuck the water hose in the middle of it and took a running dive. After our first three dives, our legs were scratched and bleeding a little because the plastic was too thin to protect us from the sticks and rocks below. So, we did what kids do. We improvised. We found a box of trash bags on the shelf, the kind used for lawn waste. We each got inside of one and poked our feet through the bottom. Ta da! An extra layer.
That memory was fresh in my mind as I loaded up my cart with the new and improved Slip N’ Slide. My kids will find plenty of other ways to use their imagination but they were going to have a real life genuine Slip N’ Slide today.
We got home and invited a neighbor over to play with us. Can I just tell you how much fun I had watching those kids run and slide on that thing today? They had a blast. I had a blast. Big Daddy even ran in to change into his swimming shorts so he could play along, too. So much fun.
On a totally unrelated note, Sister has a loose tooth. Like a really, really loose tooth. It’s wiggling and she cries if she bites down with it. I know it’s time for these things but I was really hoping to force her into being a baby with baby teeth and baby cheeks and baby everything for a little longer. But, she’s not a baby. She’s about to start getting grown up teeth. This is killing me.