I had forgotten.....

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......how lovely it is to swing in a swing. I remembered that this afternoon.

McBaby and I spent the morning over at my Mom's. We had lunch with her as well, and then headed home for naptime. After a pretty decent nap, and a little bit of toy-box-dumping-out, Aunt Tewwy decided it was time to head for the beloved "outside, Aunt Tewwy, outside!"

Now get this. We live directly across the street from a Catholic church. Not the parish we go to, mind you. We go to a small parish about 7 minutes up the street. But the parish we look at has a school and a wonderful, and usually completely deserted, playground. It's like having our own personal big playground with tons of SAND TO DIG. That's the key point. As long as there is dirt to dig, the McBaby cares not what else is available.

By late afternoon, a large section of the playground is completely shaded. Today's high temperature was about 85 or so. Light breeze blowing. Beautiful blue sky, with those clouds that look like kiddos have made them out of cotton balls glued on construction paper. Spectacular.

Usually I just sit on a bench and pray a decade or two or three of the Rosary while I watch McBaby fill up her bucket and dump it out. Over and over and over. But today I thought, "Hey, nobody's looking. Who'll care if a chubby middleaged lady swings on these swings. It's not like anyone will really SEE me here on our cul-de-sac."

So I hopped on the swing and took off. Hooray! McBaby dug, Aunt Tewwy swang. It was joyous. The teenaged boy down the street drove by in his pickup truck, honked and waved. I waved back.

I'll do it again.

So, if you're ever in our neck of the woods, and drive past and see a toddler digging and a crazy lady swinging, stop by and say hi. It'll be McBaby and I!


Oh you see, and my husband laughed at me for swinging when we were at J's new school waiting on him to finish his entrance test stuff (for kindergarden. yup. LOL) But it's Okay for me to swing if it's Okay for you to swing ;)

you know i'll come swing with you.

How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do.

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown--
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!

Robert Louis Stevenson

LeXuan, it still feels like that even when you're not a child! Thanks for reminding me of a beloved poem!

Don't y'all remember the beautiful pictures by Fragonard and Watteau of ladies of the French court ( before The Scarlet Pimpernel!) swinging on swings below gorgeous trees with dappled sunshine lighting the faces of their adoring beaux?
Not quite how Aunt Tewwy describes it - but I bet she looked just as good under the trees with the adorable babe for audience!



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