I think it's safe to say that at the tender age of 15 months, Mila has regrets. For example, I'm pretty sure she regrets it each and every time she hands me her pacifier without thinking about it because it vanishes into thin air once I have it. She probably regrets all of that time she spent pretending she didn't know how to walk, too.
Mostly she regrets not willingly walking sooner because YOU GUYS, PLAYGROUNDS ARE AMAZING OMG.
If you follow me on Instagram, well, first ... I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I post slide photos basically every day always. Except not really because if I'm going to spend my evenings waiting for Alexis to finish dance class or cheer practice, I might as well do it with Mila at the playground. We are slowly checking out every slide in the tri-state area because a sliding Mila is a happy Mila.
The best thing about Mila's love for playgrounds is that she's all about doing things herself. I get to stand idly by and make sure she doesn't hurt herself while she manages to climb stairs by herself and then throws herself down the slide all by her lonesome. I monitor closely, of course, but MAN is it the best when you don't have to be all up on your kid for them to have fun. LAZY FOR THE WIN!
It's the bestest, really.
The thing is that I didn't notice that all of the playgrounds in our school district have something in common until we wandered beyond. I didn't notice that all of the swings were removed at some point in the past 4 years. Apparently there's some sort of safety issue with swings and WHATEVER. Whoever made that decision can get off of my lawn. Because, you know, back in my day, broken arms were just a part of growing up. You aren't cool until you've had something in a cast.
The point is, I made it a very long time without Mila seeing a swing. That means I made it a very long time without having to stand there pushing a swing.
Well, that was fun while it lasted.
