The Little Man

I was sitting with my son last night in the rocking chair and this little poem popped into my head. I gave him a shortened version while "walking" my fingers up and down his arms.

The Little Man

There once was a little man about this high.
He loved to walk, but no one was really sure why.
He'd walk up one side and down the other.

He'd walk all the way home just to check on his mother.
He'd walk on the inside or the outside,
whether or not there was someone else beside.
Sometimes he'd reach the top,
and sometimes you wonder if he'd ever stop.
When he got to the bottom after all that down,
he'd keep on going back on up without a frown.
People all over town would start to talk,
But the little man just liked to walk.

Play date, anyone?

Sometimes you just have to do things for your kids. Sometimes it involves taking them places, or giving them toys, or in this case, spending an entire weekend devoted to building memories. Yep, we built a play-set.

So after Friday where I counted over a thousand hardware pieces and did a modicum of Vanna White-ing for my most cooperative spouse who did the lion's share of the work . . . . I chased toddler all weekend. A toddler who was most anxious to play on what was being constructed in our yard. A complete day of help from a most helpful uncle who could have been doing other things as he and his wife are expecting their first child this summer made all this doable during the weekend. Did I mention the fact that my husband worked almost non-stop for 3 days on this thing?!

It was all paid back in the smiles as the first playable items went up. Of course, being daddy, he put the safety stuff up long before the play stuff or the access to the play stuff. No matter what the choice of pain killer is tonight, hot water, back rub, or aspirin, know that a child is asleep in his room dreaming of playing on his playground.