It's funny the things you let your last kid(s) do that you would have NEVER dreamed of letting your first kid(s) do. But here's the thing, even though Jed and I have 4 kids this is really only our 2nd go-round at parenting. Yesterday, as we let The Little Kids play on The Slide of Death, we realized we would have NEVER let The Boys play on a slide like this when they were 3 years old.
Looks harmless enough but Jed and I have been dreading this slide since we first laid eyes on it last year. Being new to the area we did not frequent the library much last summer...we were too busy going to the beach.
This little playground is located right off the parking lot of our library. Thanks to the fantastic programs at our library we are there 1-3 times a week depending on the classes we attend. Tot time, pre-school story time, Makers class, Art lab, Lego Club, parachute time...there are so many FREE activities for all our kids to attend. We love it.
Yesterday the timing and the weather aligned to the point we could not deny The Little Kids the chance to play on the playground.
This Slide of Death is taller than me. This Slide of Death is taller than Jed. The Slide of Death has barely any safety bars at the top of the platform. It's much like the slides Jed and I and all of our family before us survived and lived to tell the tale in our childhoods. The Slide of Death is so fast the kids rocket off the bottom to the point that I think the librarians wax it daily just watch out the windows and giggle while the kids land 3 feet away on their butts. The first time Ham went down he refused to go again unless Jed was at the bottom to catch him. Jed caught him over and over again even though Hayd figured out how to dismount the slide landing on her feet every time much like a member of The Flying Wallendas family.
The next day all 4 kids were on the slide. They all survived their time on The Slide of Death. And now they know what it's like to have survived childhood in the 1980's or prior. Jed and I are progressive parents like that. Or we just figure that they'll probably survive. Probably.
Looks harmless enough but Jed and I have been dreading this slide since we first laid eyes on it last year. Being new to the area we did not frequent the library much last summer...we were too busy going to the beach.
This little playground is located right off the parking lot of our library. Thanks to the fantastic programs at our library we are there 1-3 times a week depending on the classes we attend. Tot time, pre-school story time, Makers class, Art lab, Lego Club, parachute time...there are so many FREE activities for all our kids to attend. We love it.
Yesterday the timing and the weather aligned to the point we could not deny The Little Kids the chance to play on the playground.
This Slide of Death is taller than me. This Slide of Death is taller than Jed. The Slide of Death has barely any safety bars at the top of the platform. It's much like the slides Jed and I and all of our family before us survived and lived to tell the tale in our childhoods. The Slide of Death is so fast the kids rocket off the bottom to the point that I think the librarians wax it daily just watch out the windows and giggle while the kids land 3 feet away on their butts. The first time Ham went down he refused to go again unless Jed was at the bottom to catch him. Jed caught him over and over again even though Hayd figured out how to dismount the slide landing on her feet every time much like a member of The Flying Wallendas family.
The next day all 4 kids were on the slide. They all survived their time on The Slide of Death. And now they know what it's like to have survived childhood in the 1980's or prior. Jed and I are progressive parents like that. Or we just figure that they'll probably survive. Probably.
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