So…what do you do with children who are intent on destroying your home? You get them out of the house…as much as humanly possible. One plan for this summer is to visit the parks and/or swimming pools in all the neighboring towns…cheap and varied fun.
We started the project this afternoon with a visit to Sullivan. This might have been a mistake, because Sullivan has an amaza-park…it will be hard to beat. It has a nice blend of new (safer) equipment, as well as older (less safe…and maybe…more fun) items. I took pictures of a few of the more unusual things for comparison purposes.
This appears to be some sort of climbing apparatus, but I couldn’t get any of our kids interested in it…nor did I see anyone else playing on it.
Here’s Feffer going down the fireman’s pole. Feffer is the most analytical of the little kids, studying each new challenge to figure out how to conquer it. Feff is blissfully happy, but he pretty much sticks to what he knows. Fiffer was there about fifteen minutes before she started whining to go home. “Choose to be happy” is our refrain with her this summer.
This is part of a little bridge-system, made more exciting by the fact that half of the little stations are broken in some way. Fiffer’s (as you can see) is no longer chained to the ground, which makes it much more fun.
I think the point of this mountain-climbing piece is to go around the outside of it (see the places to put your feet?), but Feffer tried the up-and-over approach first.
While the Fs were all simultaneously calling me to watch them, this little dude started yelling, “Kris! Kris!” so that I would watch him too. Before long, his brother took up the cry. Fiffer looked at me and asked in bewilderment, “How do they know your name?” I wonder.
Back to the mountain. For a change, Fiffer took the lead.
These were incredible…and hard! As if regular monkey bars weren’t tricky enough, these actually spin when you grab onto them, making for an amazing arm workout. Feffer was up to the challenge, though.
I missed the photo op, but Fiffer spent a little bit of time pouting on this cactus.
Look at the pitch of that climbing wall! And the lack of soft landing material! Feffer was in heaven.
And speaking of pitch, check out this old-style slide! We might have to change the name of the park from “Wyman Park” to “Break-a-Bone Park” before the summer’s over.
This is a cool idea, but it was pretty hard to push. We’ll have to take Si with us next time and see if he can get them moving a little faster.
We finally gave in to Fiffer’s whining and decided to leave, but then (as we were driving around the one-way loop to exit the park) we saw this…
which led to this…
which led to this…
which led to this. So, so fun.
On the way home, we stopped at the beach…just to wade…ha! The water was frigid, and these people get fussy when the hot water runs low during bath time, so I didn’t think there would be a problem. Rookie mistake. They rode home (35 minutes) soaking wet and towel-less.
Oh, well. After snacks and baths, they went right to sleep.
Check mark for Sunday.