Back in September, I ran into an old high school friend at one of our fave hot spots, the Pirate’s Cove. I hadn’t seen Amber in probably ten years, so it was quite random. She has two boys, close in age to my girls, so we’ve kept in touch and tried to organize a playdate. When she invited us to the Ultimate Playdate in East Cobb, I was all, “Sure! Let’s do it!” completely forgetting about the oppressive heat that IS Georgia in summer. But I will say–it was totally worth it. The girls had a great time and I had alot of fun catching up with Amber.
We got there a bit early, so we staked out some shade first and foremost. Once it became clear that standing around in the shade was NOT fun for these two, we went and played on the playground for awhile. This was probably when I released my first bucket of sweat. FROM MY BODY.
Once Jay Memory from Memory Dean started playing, Avery had discovered the set-up that My Gym provided, and I lost her. Well, I could see her, but she had no interest in me anymore. Tubes! Slides! Kids! So Zoe and I found a spot near a fan(Thank You, Jesus) and had a snack. Did you know Zoe loves raspberries? She does.
Avery came in for a pit stop. Look at my girl, completely unphased by the heat. Is she mine? Did I give birth to her? I was ready to go sit in the van with the A/C on full blast and hope for the best as the children manned themselves. But, maternal instinct won out and we sat and listened to the music for awhile. Mr. Memory was playing some good music–Radiohead, Johnny Cash, Allman Brothers.
Then Amber got there, and we got to gabbing, and next thing I know, Avery’s missing. Apparently she was going to push this big ball all the way across the park. So I retrieved her, got back to the fan(Again, THANK YOU LORD) and the kids music started up. He did a great job with the kids, getting them to participate and dance. The kids just went BANANAS.
Avery got up on stage with Amber’s eldest, Jackson.Jackson is second from the left, Avery second from the right. Note how Avery is doing EXACTLY what Mr. Memory told them not to do–yank on the rope. Oh well, she was shaking her booty and having a good time.
Oh look. Sara swung the dial on the camera(Probably while dancing with a baby on her hip) the wrong way and totally screwed up the settings. Some days I feel like such a noob. All the pictures after this one are too dark. Which is unfortunate, because I had these ADORABLE shots of Jackson and Avery holding hands down the nature trail. But wait! Daddy showed up toward the end with his shiny new Google Phone and took some! Daddy saves the day AGAIN!
And also!
We made it down the nature trail, investigated the impossibly delicious-looking creek(We’re bringing suits next time) and turned back around and headed home. A GREAT playdate, heat and all. We’ll be back next week. With more water. My water supply was WOEFULLY inadequate.
Oh yeah. One other thing. Probably about a half hour before we left, Avery collided with a boy and wound up with a bloody lip. It stopped bleeding pretty quick and she stopped crying pretty quick, so we thought no more of it. Then we got home, and she started complaining while eating dinner and I realized just how swollen it really was. A closer look and OMG THE LITTLE FLAP ABOVE HER TWO FRONT TEETH IS SEVERED. It looked pretty gnarly to me, so I packed her up and we went to Children’s Urgent Care which is conveniently just down the street. We actually saw the same doctor we saw for her last Nursemaid’s Elbow. I love everyone at this facility–they’re always so NICE. So different from grown-up doctors. Here, doesn’t she look distressed? Yeah. She was a total trooper.
The doctor took a look, and told us that no stitches were necessary. Apparently if you sever the frenulum labii superioris(AKA little flap), it will repair itself in a few days. Good to know in the future. Avery was sent home with a popsicle and I think she slept harder last night than she has in months. Her lip is pretty nasty looking today, all purple and whatnot, but she’s been a trooper. Except when Mommy totally forgot about her boo boo and wiped her mouth. “MOMMY! You touched my BOOOOO BOOOOOO! It HUUUUUUURTS” is what she said through sobs. Again, I am WELL on my way to that Mommy Of The Year Award. Dusting off the mantle now.
