A. has been gone all week, which means I was on my own for this Fun Friday. And that meant that I was not going to be driving long distances or taking the children down into unpopulated canyons.
It's good to know your limits. And my limit when alone with four young children is a playground.
But it was an as-yet-unexplored playground! That's what made it fun, you see. It was also twenty miles away in the next village over, which meant we drove forty miles roundtrip to play on another configuration of slides and climbing options. That was fine with me, however, as the drive killed another hour of a very long day.
I had packed a picnic lunch to eat at the playground, but Poppy's nap went so long that it ended up being a porch picnic at home.
Peanut butter and jelly tastes good anywhere.
When Poppy woke up, we all got water bottles and hats and loaded up in the van to go to the playground.
There was much playing.
Even a baby swing for Poppy.
She was pleased.
She couldn't swing for too long, because the swing was in full sun and she wouldn't keep her hat on, so I found some grass in the shade for her.
Cubby kindly provided some extra sun protection for her eyes.
Here's the official documentation that I was there too.
In the shade, with my sunglasses. And sunscreen. Again, no such thing as too much sun protection here.
Cubby caught several grasshoppers.
And fed them grass, of course.
After a long time--always too long for the supervising adult, but never long enough for the kids--we once again loaded up in the van.
Good old van, patiently waiting to take us home.
We stopped at the small market on the way home to get the boys their very first cream sodas, which Cubby declared the best thing he ever drank.
Fun Fridays are more fun when Daddy is here, but it wasn't so bad. And Daddy will be home tonight, which means more fun is in our future.