23 July 2013

On Saturday we ran out of ice in the Igloo drinks cooler that we keep on the kitchen counter.  Shopping day is Monday, and since it's summer we decided that we couldn't wait until Monday for cold water.  The kids and I decided to ride a mile and a half to the grocery store to get a 20 pound bag of ice.  When Bobo went down for his afternoon nap, we strapped the cooler into the bike stroller and set off. 

We rode past a park and Nut Brown asked if we could stop, so we did.  There was a brother and sister playing there, and when we rode up the little girl said, "Oh, look, some friends just arrived!"  Her older brother said, 'Do you know them?' and she said, 'No, but that doesn't mean they're not my friends!'  The playground was built to encourage climbing and swinging, and Nut Brown was having a fabulous time.

(Side note: he can do those monkey bars that are made up of swinging rings on chains instead of bars.  Mr. Brown said to Rose Pink, watch how Nut Brown uses his momentum to move from ring to ring... but then we watched, and Nut Brown doesn't use momentum at all.  He waits until the ring is still, and does the whole thing strictly based on upper body strength.  Wow.)

So anyway, the other kids suggested playing Lava Tag, which involved more swinging and climbing to stay away from the lava monster.  Right?  I'm laying on the picnic table watching the sun and sky through the leaves on the tree over me.  Very restful.  Suddenly Nut Brown starts screaming and crying and runs over to me.  His hand is hurting.  When I look at it, he's given himself a blister from all that monkey-bar-ness, and now it's popped.  Then it starts to bleed.  Ow ow ow ow ow ow.  Poor little guy!!

Fortunately someone from our ward lives nearby, so we walked over to her house and she drove Nut Brown home.  I put his bike in the bike trailer next to the cooler, and Rose Pink and I went home as well.  So we didn't make it to the store to get ice.  Mr. Brown had a hard time believing that Nut Brown played on the monkey bars until his hand bled.  That's some serious dedication to climbing.