spring-esque weekend

We had a freakishly nice weather weekend that felt more like springtime than February (highs in the 70s! W00t!), so we decided to make the most of it.

I left work a little early on Friday so I could take Catie to the playground after I picked her up. We had a blast.


Catie on the swing

On Saturday, all three of us headed out to a local park and had a picnic lunch. (Note: I don’t pack picnics. We stopped at Subway and picked up some sandwiches there, and took our food and drinks with us from there. This is the Slacker’s Approach to Picnicking 101. You’re welcome.)

There was a big lake at the park with a small beach area, so we sat on a blanket and relaxed. Dave and I got some nice time to talk, and we laughed ourselves silly watching Catie chase after the geese. I don’t know why she thought charging toward the geese and yelling, “Come here, boy!” would make the geese actually come to her, but she seemed genuinely surprised when they flapped away.

After that, we did another playground trip, which was ridiculously packed, and I realized that we really need to work on the whole “don’t talk to strangers” thing with Catie because she will literally talk to any adult that crosses her path. I’m not exactly sure how to teach her about that without scaring her, though, so if anyone has any ideas, feel free to pitch them my way.

Yesterday, I went on a crazy nesting frenzy and cleaned out a whole bunch of stuff to take to Goodwill. One of our old neighbors called and asked if Catie could come play, so I dropped her off there and ran some errands (including the Goodwill drop-off) by myself. It was really nice to do all that stuff on my own.

Today, Catie is at daycare, and we have the day off. I had an OB appointment this morning (everything’s fine in Baby 2.0-ville) and now Dave and I are planning to just drive around aimlessly and enjoy the sunshine. Sounds nice to me.

6 thoughts on “spring-esque weekend

  1. Oh girl, I knew I liked you already. But that Subway picnic thing just makes me like you even more. I’ve been doing that for years. In fact my kids used to get confused when someone would bring other food.
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  2. RE: Don’t talk to strangers– I’ve been reading about this one, because you know my girl is a social butterfly as well.

    What I’ve read is that under about 5 or 6 years old, the Don’t Talk to Strangers talk will mostly serve to terrify your child of anyone new, because their sense of imagination versus reality isn’t quite mature yet. They won’t understand that most grown-ups are safe, and not secretly plotting to steal you away the second mommy’s looking the other direction. Truth is, kids are supervised continuously up to 5 or 6 years old anyway, so any strangers have to be mom- or teacher-approved anyhow. After age 6 or so, they can begin to distinguish between reality and imaginary fears, and that’s a good time to start the discussions about strangers and other warning signs from people who might not be strangers. So I wouldn’t sweat about it yet- you are the cops with regard to strangers for the next year or 2.

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