As I have mentioned earlier, Joseph has entered a stage in his little-boyhood that involves lots of physicality.
Read: he spends the majority of the day punching/kicking/jumping off of things and trying to wrestle me to the ground.
So, today, instead of screeching “GO PLAY QUIETLY BEFORE I LOSE MY MIND!” (note to self: not real constructive when the person you are screeching at just turned 3), I decided that I would actually try to do something about all of this boy-energy.
We set off to find a park.
And I spent the entire time telling Joseph to RUN! JUMP! STOMP! KICK THE FOOTBALL! THROW THE FOOTBALL! PUNCH THE PINECONE!!
Then, I started chasing him around the playground,
while Isaac chewed on the stroller wheel
and ate dirt
What?! It’s good for his immune system!
(says the mother of the baby with a mystery rash)
When Joseph finally told me that he was tired, I raced him to the van.
We arrived home and he said, “That was fun, Mama, I played and you chased me!”
See? It’s a win-win.
Here’s to a long nap and a peaceful afternoon.