My Dad and I took the kids to the park yesterday morning and my Dad did the actual playing on the playground and pushing on the swing while I sat on the bench in the shade with AndyZ. Of course, some woman muttered something under her breath about how she couldn’t believe I had a newborn at the park at two weeks old. She was audibly and visibly irritated with my decision. To be OUTSIDE. I wasn’t handing him off to strangers walking out of the bathroom at the rest stop on the interstate. I was sitting under a shade tree watching my kids play on the playground with my Dad. Something, as a mother, I find to be good for a kid. But obviously that woman thought Child Services should be called on me: STAT.
We also took a walk along the greenway (Woman at the park: Still Muttering) to the creek NikkiZ likes to play in. Again, I sat in the shade while Dad actually got in the creek with my daughter. This is exactly why it’s awesome having him here. I get to live under the illusion of keeping my daughter entertained, but I don’t have to do much to actually entertain her. I did walk about two miles with AndyZ in the chest carrier, a trip my doctor would have approved of (“Walk as much as you can stand!”). But — when it came to the actual play-time in the creek? I simply sat and watched. How much convincing do you think it would take to get my Dad to take this job full-time? Because I’m kinda enjoying this set-up.