Friday, April 09, 2010
Magic of the payground picnic
I think we may get to move the big wheels out of the living room today, which, as you might imagine, makes me giddy. It snowed here yesterday-- snowed-- but today is lovely and 60-ish and says "playground picnic" to me. Thank goodness because I am getting sick of cleaning up lunch.
Playground picnic is my one warm-weather trick that never gets old for the kids. Sure, there's lunch on our minuscule deck, lunch in their blow-up playhouse, and lunch on a picnic blanket on the rug, but playground picnic? Kicks all those other nontraditional eating arrangement's asses.
First, there's the playground-- it has tire pieces instead of pebbles or gravel, climbing structures safe enough for Jack and fun enough for Harry, and it's surrounded by a fence. Almost NO supervision required. The only (messy) thing is there's a sandbox, but we just make sure to shake out our shoes, and we're golden.
Then, there's the picnic-- they'll eat anything in a lunchbox or take-out container, and I don't care if they make a big spilly mess or knock it all over the ground. Heaven is a playground picnic.
We just discovered the magic last summer, and we've been taking advantage ever since.