So today (well, yesterday now, since I’m on the east coast and it is most definitely after midnight) was St. Patrick’s Day. Alyssa wore a green shirt & green hair clips to school, and Ryan would have worn a green shirt if his one solitary green shirt had not already been at school (as part of a spare outfit), so oopsies. As for me? No green. Not a single speck of it. Blue undies, gray & pink bra, white socks, jeans, black & white top, blue & navy striped hoodie, purple makeup. Hah! Take that, silly holidays.

When I was kid I was into dressing up to match the traditional colors of a holiday. Now? Not so much. It’s funny, the things you “give up” as an adult. I love being an adult, but you know, sometimes I really do miss being a kid…

Speaking of kids, the local playground was crawling with them today. It was too beautiful to pass up playing outside, so after I picked up the kids from preschool, I took them down to the local park and turned them loose. I pushed them on the swings, helped them climb the monkey bars and slide down one of those swirly fireman’s poles, and followed them around with my camera and snapped a few shots (note to self: process those photos tomorrow!). We were at the park for at least an hour. We would have stayed longer, but Ryan said he had to go to the bathroom, and Alyssa said she was hungry, so home we went, with visions of potties and sandwiches dancing through our heads.

While at the playground I’m pretty sure I met Alyssa’s match in terms of flounciness. There was a little girl, maybe 7 or 8, who was huffing and flouncing because her mom wouldn’t let her take off her long-sleeved shirt. As it turns out, the girl had exzema, and her mom said (to the girl, not to me; I was just a bored eavesdropper) that she had to wear long sleeves so the sun wouldn’t irritate it. Does the sun do that? I always thought people with eczema wore long sleeves because they didn’t want to have others seeing their condition.

But yeah, the whole flounciness? That girl had it going on. Eye rolling, hand on him, hair flipping, the whole she-bang. Her little sister (presumably) was almost as bad. After watching them for a few minutes and wincing in sympathy for the exasperated mother, I definitely thought again how lucky I am to have a boy and a girl. Sure, Ryan is a little brute and is a typical rough, tumbling little boy, but I’ll take that over twice the flounciness as I already have to put up with!

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