They absolutely love the indoor playground we've taken them to twice now. Yesterday we went there after I got home from work and G actually went down the enclosed slide! I was up at the top with him and he could hear his Daddy down below and he went for it.
What I will likely remember most from last night:
- W wanting to be held & walked around and the way he held tightly to my shirt at the shoulder/neck. I love being a source of comfort - a good part of being Mommy.
- G getting bear-hugged out of nowhere by a little boy who told me later that he's 4. Which I kinda doubt - he wasn't much taller than G. And G took the hug in stride, just looking at this little boy in wonder.
- Out of all the many many toys and activities available, G spent 20 minutes focused on a push broom that someone had left out against the wall. He was determined to play with it and I was determined to not let him. I won (lol), but he proceeded to have a little tantrum on the floor. It must be really hard to have big emotions, but no words to communicate about it.
- Jerry having about enough of the loud noise & chaos toward the end. It really can be a lot. But, that's parenting!