Be you a Fairy or Race Car driver…
….enjoy your bounty of treats today!
Archive for the ‘parenting’ Category
Oct
31
2010
Happy Halloween!
Jul
15
2010
Crying Tiger Hidden Griffin | Providence wildlife photography
I picked my kids up from a benefit for Brown Street Park in Providence. Griffin had had his face painted like a tiger and they had both received balloons. When we got home I ran inside to get my camera to catch the animal he had transformed into and left them with our neighbor. But when I made it back out, camera in hand, I found poor Griffin and sister in a state of pure dismay. His balloon had slipped off of his wrist (Mommy failed at the simple balloon preservation knot)
Is it terrible is it that I still took this picture? He was so heart broken as we watched it, a little speck, traveling up into the clouds.
Luckily he is 2 and his innate Happy isn’t that far from the surface of whatever Tragedy he has just endured.
And it wasn’t too long until his inner tiger came out again.
And he was on the hunt for a new adventure in no time.
I hope that he is able to endure all that life throws at him with the same flexibility he managed to muster with this loss. He still talks about that balloon and asks if we will find it someday.
My little tiger-griffin.
Jul
09
2010
WEEEEEEEEEE | World War 1 Memorial Park North Attleboro.
Perhaps you look at the photograph below and think (like I do on most days), “Wow! what a cute 2 year old!”
Then perhaps you come to a slide that looks like this and think, “What self respecting parent would send their kid down that thing? I get vertigo looking up at it.”
Now. Let me introduce you to my son Griffin. He was up this before I could set my camera to manual… And that is fast.
Speaking of monsters, my daughter has been known to tame a few wild beasts of her own.
But if you really run into trouble, they will both come on the double.
If you are in the neighborhood, I highly recommend World War 1 Memorial Park and Zoo in North Attleboro, MA
Parks, slides, GIANT sandbox and a petting zoo. Who could ask for more? My kids can’t.