It’s the first day of Spring! Should we go outside and risk getting soaked at the muddy playground, or continue to go stir crazy from being inside so much during the Winter ?
Mr. C and I were at a local playground when he noticed the tremendous amount of acorns beneath a vary large oak tree. They seemed to carpet the ground. He decided to pretend to be a squirrel and hide some acorns around the playground. Placing some under swings, next to the slide, under the benches, at the top of the slide. ‘Winter is coming!” he said, “I have to get ready for the long winter!”
When it was time for us to go, he still wanted to play his new squirrel game. So he decided to stuff as many acorns as possible in my pockets. Seemed like a fun idea at the time.
I thought he might want to do something similar at home. Maybe hide them around the backyard, bury them in the garden, or maybe use them to fill up his toy dump truck and move them around with his toy bulldozer. I was wearing my work shorts at the time. Heavy canvas shorts that I usually wear when doing some kind of project around the house. These are shorts that have a seemingly infinite number of pockets for all kinds of tools, separate pockets for a hammer, two large pockets on either leg that are large enough for a tape measure. There are pockets everywhere. When I agreed to the idea, I think I forgot how many pockets I had or to consider the possibility that he would want to fill up every pocket with as many acorns as he could.
Still it seemed like a fun idea, even as he was filling up every single pocket with as many acorns as he could find. We drove home, with nuts spilling out of my pockets onto the car floor on the way. Once we arrived back home, I emptied out my pockets into a large bucket on our back porch. It was around lunch time, so that was the end of the acorns for awhile. I thought he might continue with his new acorn game after lunch, but he forgot about them for a few hours.
On a side note, I had to do an internet search to try to find out why there were so many acorns from this tree. Apparently every ten years or so, some trees will produce a huge amount of nuts. No one can really explain why.
A few hours later, while I was occupied with the chopping and mixing and usual what not of dinner. Mr. C managed to bring the full bucket of acorns into the house. He then hid them in various places all around the house. ‘It’s the squirrel game, Dada!’ At the time, I decided to continue to make dinner rather than to try to gather up those acorns. What could happen, I thought.
He started by putting them in shoes. He likes the idea that if we try to put on our shoes we will find them filled with acorns. It’s so hilarious that he will direct us to put on shoes that he has filled with acorns and then he will laugh himself silly once we can’t put on the shoes.
They’re in my shoes. In Ms. J’s shoes. He expanded beyond the shoes fairly quickly. They’re also under the beds. Under the sofa. On bookcases. There’s an empty mouthwash bottle in the tub that he likes to play with when he takes a bath, it has a dozen acorns in it now. I found a few in the refrigerator.
I used to think that the worst thing to step on with bare feet was a Lego. It’s not, an acorn is worse.
‘Have to get ready for Winter, Dada!’
‘Not in the cat box, please!’
It’s been raining here in New Hampshire off and on for the past two weeks now. Mr. C was going stir crazy with staying in the house so much. So what do I do when we finally get some sunny skies ? I take him to the playground.
Seems as though one of the differences between Stay at Home Dads and Stay at Home Moms might be the ability to do some advanced planning. Once we arrived at the playground I wondered why there was only one other car there, usually the parking lot has ten or so cars in it no matter what time of day it is.
Then when we get into the enclosed playground area I realize why there is only one other car there. The playground is surrounded by at least 4 inches of water. It looked like the other car belonged to another Dad, as he was on his way out with a very wet toddler in tow.
Taking Mr. C to a playground means there is no way we’re leaving without playing at least for a few minutes, no matter what the conditions are. So I reluctantly tried to steer him towards the one swing that appeared to have dry wood chip below it, but that didn’t last long.
‘Let’s play boat, Dada!’
He was soon going down the slides, ending up in the water logged wood chips, up to his ankles in water. Eventually he went down this spiral curvy thing, below. He’s grabbing a handful of the watery wood chips. Which I think ended up down the back of my shirt.
Here he is Captain of the S.S. Playground.