Time flies when you've got far more things to do than the time allotted.
Since last Sunday my arm has healed. This is good, since Parker has now injured Mindy's in the same manner.
At work, the man who fell from the building passed away on Tuesday night. He was pronounced brain-dead within two days of the fall. I found out today that he left a pregnant wife and two children. That has been stressful for all involved.
On a happy note, we went to Phoenix for the weekend. We met up with Mindy's parents, Greg & Tate, and her Uncle Mike and Aunts Jean & Jan. Lacey showed up for a day having enjoyed one of those EFY/Osmond/Hyperdork singing family concerts. I think I'd rather sit through a safety class.
We drove up Thursday morning. That afternoon we went to an art gallery where Jeff has a couple of pieces. We then went to the McCormick-Stillman Railroad Park in Scottsdale. Most of the old railroad cars were closed, but there was a model railroad (2-2.5 foot gauge) that we rode on. Cole loved it. When the ride was over he cried. There were a couple of neat playgrounds in this park as well. He had a great time and wore himself out. One of the slides was made of rollers. It was a vast improvement over the slow plastic injury-attorney slides that kids are subjected to these days. It also keeps anyone from climbing up the slide. Speaking of those lousy plastic slides, when did those become the norm? There are several major flaws in the whole plastic slide thing. First, the static charge that you subject your child to when you pick them up after going down one of the plastic slides is enough to leave small burn marks on their skin. Second, they have a top speed of 0.1 mph. Third, when your kid puts his shoe on the slide as he goes down it, the sole catches (I almost spelled catch with a 'k', that would have given Maryanne something to comment on) and flips the child's leg back. What kind of fun is that. I miss the good old days of the big slide and little slide at the park. It seemed like the big slide was 7' or more tall. I know for a fact that it was made of metal and that by the time you got to the bottom, you had to have a good exit strategy to not land on your rear end 2-3' from the end of the slide. Now it is a good run if you make it to the bottom and your toes hang off.
Enough of that. After the park we went back to the condo and went swimming. Cole enjoyed that. On Friday we went swimming and then went to the Phoenix Children's Museum. What a great place. They have an old school building which has been converted and added on to. It reminded me a lot of the old elementary school buildings in New York. Cole and Tate (our nephew) had a blast there. I had a really good time as well. There were a lot of fun things to do, and watching Cole is always a large part of the fun. After it closed we wandered for a bit trying to stay cool before going to the baseball game. There were fireworks afterward which didn't bother either of the boys. On Saturday I went on the tour of Chase field and Mindy hung out with her mom and sister. We went to the Saturday game as well. Cole didn't manage as well the second night. He dumped water all over himself and looked like he'd wet his pants, and he walked funny because it was icewater and his shorts were cold on his legs. Mindy tried taking him to the play area (yes, the stadium has a play area, it also has a retractable roof, AC, a pool behind the centerfield wall, a restaurant overlooking the field from way up high in left field, and a luxury box that is an extension of the dugout). The play area didn't work out, so when Mindy brought Cole back I took him and he ran two complete laps of the main concourse. I missed the D'backs comeback, but Cole needed the exercise. We drove home Saturday after the game. I was reminded to never exit the highway at Broadway in an unfamiliar place. At 8:30 on a Saturday night the area was absolutely deserted and the clerk at the gas station looked like he'd had a few encounters with Sherriff Joe Arpaio, and there was a guard standing inside the store as well. Getting back to Broadway; every place I've been where there was a road named 'Broadway' it was a place to avoid after dark, and maybe even during the day (San Diego, Tucson, and Phoenix are all the same-- Las Vegas only has the other street name that seems to follow this same rule 'MLK'). We fueled up and drove home, happy to leave Broadway and I-10 in Phoenix.
In other news, Parker has started to army crawl. Last night he crawled across the room to get to Cole's trains. Cole kept trying to move his trains away from Parker, but Parker would just move again and grab the train as Cole pulled it past him.
We've started asking Cole what sounds things make. He interprets Jack's meow as more of a lion's roar, and when asked what Mom says, his reply was "stop!"
The boys switched car seats last week. Cole is now in his 5-point booster and Parker is in the rear-facing configuration of the one Cole had been in. Both boys had outgrown their chairs. Parker's shoulders are so wide we almost had to push him into his seat, a far cry from the pile of blankets we had to push in around him to make him fit snugly when we first brought him home.
Well, I've bored you all enough. If you're lucky I'll get some pictures posted this week. As it is, in order to go to bed, I must fold laundry. And to think that we all wanted to be grown-ups.
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