Tuesday, December 30, 2008


I know this is ridiculous and every parent is amazed at every little thing their kid does but, heck, it's been so long since I was part of a toddler's experience that I am giddy every time there is something new. And I am getting dangerously close to that time when it's all new and alien. (I was only intermittently in Liz's life from the time she was 2.5 til she was almost 5. It was a long time and a lot was missed.)
Zoe is a swingaholic. Most toddlers are, I guess. They love that feeling. Me, I get nauseated just thinking about it. I can recall being very young, maybe 5 and there was a swingset on a concrete slab behind the apartment we lived in.
I only have one memory of swinging on it, though. And that is immediately accompanied by a memory of that tingling feeling one gets on roller coasters. To some, it's exciting. I guess. To me it just feels like my insides are being tickled and not in a good way.
I took Zoe to the park today. The housekeeper was cleaning and Beth was doing stuff and we just needed some Dad and Daughter time. I wheeled her up to the park in her plastic car. She made a beeline for the swings.
There are only two at this park and they are side by side. One is a baby swing with a chain and the other is a big kid swing.
There was a kid on the baby swing. A four year old. His older brothers (way older) were swinging him. When all of a sudden, whoosh, he slid right under the chain.
He's four.
He didn't do it on purpose.
As we made our way over we were headed off by a woman and her 2.5 year old daughter. I assume the daughter is mute because she didn't utter a word the entire 30 minutes she was on the swing.
No matter. Beth had told me that she had, on occasion, put Zoe on the big kid swing at this park, since there are few options.
I did.
She immediately grabbed the chains.
And she swung.
For about a half hour.
Never needed to get on the baby swing.
I'm impressed.
What can I say?
Here's a couple of shots.

Well, more than a couple.