playgrounds!

Who wants to go-go bambini?

June 25, 2010

One of the places we brought the kids to during the holidays was an indoor playground called Go-Go Bambini. When you’re a parent, you’re always on the lookout for places to unleash your kids without worrying that they will cause destruction to themselves or property. And indoor places are particularly important when it rains or you’re thoroughly sick of seeing giraffes for the 25th time.

As far as the kid’s play area went, it was nice to finally find a (relatively) safe, confined place for the kids to run wild while we took a breather over some munchies. There were slides, tunnels, ball pools, climbing thingeys and most importantly, lots and lots of padding to cushion those nasty falls.

Tru was in playground heaven, climbing though things, over other things, across things that looked somewhat precarious, going “Mom, look at me dangle out of this manhole SEE SEE I WON’T FALL OUT AND BREAK MY NECK.”

Kirsten was far less adventurous, preferring to take cover in a secluded ball pool area so she wouldn’t get trampled by the horde of water buffalos thundering around her. I think she mostly just wanted to get out of the danger zone and chill somewhere safe.

The food was a real bummer though. Let’s not talk about the price because I don’t expect this kind of place to be cheap. We all know that food at kid places are notoriously overpriced. I just expect food that’s edible and not ALL FRIES. Everything came with a huge pile of fries, which of course Tru was thrilled with since it’s his dream to eat up all the fries in the world.

He took a bite of the spaghetti and spat it out which got me all upset until I took a bite of it myself and spat it out too and he was like “No no, mommy cannot spit out food.” Thanks, spaghetti, you just made me lose all credibility.

It was pretty much the same story with the sandwiches and fish n chips. I mean, it’s probably not a deal breaker, but if you do go down, maybe you should discreetly pack your own snacks for the kids to munch.

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side effects of motherhood

I’m usually not this stabby

June 22, 2010

Ever since the husband went back to work after his week-long leave, things have been…intense. Right, what’s new?

I have to admit that for a while there, I was getting used to the good life. Not having to deal with 2 tyrants alone all day. To have somebody to split the poop duties with. Not feeling like I’m stretched to the max all the time. Waking up in the morning and going “LET’S PART-AYYY” instead of “somebody just put me out of my misery right nowwww”.

Ok, I may be exaggerating a little. I never feel like partying if I have to wake up before noon. Which reminds me, the last time I woke up after noon was more than 2 years ago.

In the past week, both the kids have been down with a nasty viral infection, which results in them being more tyrannical then usual. Middle-of-the-night screamy parties that go on FOREVER, food fights, actual fights, general crankiness, more of the same. I’m battling the flu myself and apparently faltering despite all that Redoxon-popping.

Plus, it’s extra crazy these few days because I’ve also got deadlines to meet now. Like real actual work, y’all, so obviously I can’t be slacking off on the job. Just that my job starts at 9pm when both kids are asleep, except now they take turns to scream in the middle of the night so it’s a wonder I get any work done at all. Or sleep for that matter.

Who was it that said parenting was tough? The guy is like a friggin’ genius.

But then there’s the other guy who said parenting is all worth it and I know it’s hard to see it when you’re in a stabby mood but that guy is like an ever bigger genius. Because after you spend all that time feeling sorry for yourself and whining about how your life sucks and you wished you were single and carefree and could sleep till noon everyday, and you want to yell at the kids for making your life hell, you turn to them and they’re doing this.

Touché, babies.

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Of coke and jedi classes

June 21, 2010

Have I told you about the time I brought Kirsten to the pool and halfway through she saw my can of coke sitting on the table and insisted that she NEEDED to drink it? Being a responsible parent and all, I said no obviously, because it’s filled with sugar and bad stuff for kids.

But then I once used coke to remove rust so maybe it means that it will remove bad stuff from your system so we should all have more coke. I’m not sure which. I’m going with the second one.

Anyway, so she put on her jedi robe and used the force to take it when I was not looking, which is kind of like taking it by force if you think about it. And I figured, the last guy to mess with young jedi powers got all his limbs sliced off and had to wear a life support system and breathe like someone who chain-smoked for 40 years.

If you must know, the story ends with me chickening out and giving her the coke. Only thing is, she hasn’t reached the advanced jedi level of learning how to open the can with the force so she spent the next 15 minutes prying it open with all of her 4 teeth and pudgy fingers while I sat beside her and gloated.

You know what this means though. I’m not sending her for jedi classes anymore.

Happy Monday, y’all.

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