Playground Confessionals

Now that Finn & Belle are established walkers, an hour jaunt to the playground has become part of our daily routine.  Thus, our quest for The Ultimate Playground Nirvana has begun (imagine thunderbolts and lightening, and the dude who voiced He-Man echoing this in the distance).

There's an amazing toddler playground up the street from our neighborhood.  In fact, Finn has begun routinely pointing it out whenever we drive past it (i.e. his eyes light up and he begins eagerly grunting . . . his joy so great he's rendered speechless).

Since Mommy likes to keep the twins guessing, we make a point to try new playgrounds on a regular basis (quests typically require this).  However, this experimentation does present a few challenges.  In fact, earlier this week we went to a playground more suited for school age children, or so one 'well meaning' mother felt compelled to mention (I'll overlook the fact her home-schooled child was wandering the playground constantly complaining no one would play with him, while she continued chatting with her 'sister wife').

 Here's some pictures of the twins hanging at our current 'favorite' playground.

Lady Belle investigating this cool plastic wheel with metal 

beads that move as you turn the wheel . . . very, very fascinating.

Our dapper daredevil attempting another death 

defying feat of physical skill (i.e. tempting the ER gods)

Let's just go ahead and admit, this does not end well . . . at all.

Yup, that's right, you know what's about to happen.  What's worse, 

you all now know Mommy was too busy taking 

the pictures to actually 'catch' the child . . .

. . . make that children . . . safe to say, everyone is fine . . .

PS:  For the record, I am neither against home-schooling nor sister wives.  Though, actual sister wives do freak me out a bit.