Slip Slidin' Away

It was Gramma's first trip to the park with the boys.  My goal was to get Nathan to try something besides the swings.  I was a little too succesful.  I didn't know a two-year-old could scale up a slide or mountain climb.  Andrew loved the sand and dd his best to clean the sand pit of twigs, leaves and pine cones. Ten seconds on the swing was more than enough for hm.  I learned to push Andrew from the front, so you can recognize his face of distress.  From behind, it takes a little extra time to realize his mouth is open in a silent scream, which means terror.  Nathan, definitely not an identical twin begged Gramma to "push my butt high." 

The cry of pain was Andrew who bumped his back while getting ready for his turn.  The strange camera action at the end was Gramma dropping the camera.





I want you to know Nathan came down this slide six times and never got close to the end.  Andrew's extra three pounds must have given him extra speed.  Andrew didn't cry, but Gramma's heart skippd a beat.

I had packed kleenex, water, snacks, camera, diapers, wet wipes, sunglasses and sunscreen.  We managed to photograph key moments, put on the sunscreen, wipe noses, and drink the water.  I was afraid to bring out the snacks, because it became obvious Nathan wa never going home.  When I finally suggested we go home and have snack, he headed straight to the car.  Andrew was anxious to get home to check on Grampa.

At dinner this evening, I had made meatballs.  To accessorize the meatballs, Grampa served Cheetos and potato chips.  The boys obviously aren't served Cheetos at home.  Nathan became confused and told us he wanted a meatball.  Since the meatballs were on his plate, we became confused.  When he realized he wasn't going to get what he wanted his eyes instantly turned into a faucet.  I never knew tears could shoot out of your eyes.  We all tried to get him to tell us what was wrong.  I finally figured out that he thought the Cheetos were called meatballs.  When we explained he could have a Cheeto, he instantly regained his smile and appetite.  A moment later he showed his father a potato chip and asked, "What you call this one?" 

Andrew loved the meatballs and the bread Grampa sliced extra thin to go with it.  At the end of the meal, Andrew asked for more bread.  Grampa told him it was gone and Andrew told him to cut more bread.  There's a good problem solver.  Andrew removed his bib and said he was "all done," untill we mentioned there was apple/cherry pie for dessert.  He then tried to reattach his bib himself.