Picnics with Toddlers
August 3rd, 2010
I can sum up this post in six words: Not As Easy As It Sounds.
On Saturday, I made plans for a relaxing picnic in the park with my mother, my toddler, my dear friend, her husband, and their six week old son. It was a gorgeous day and I had idyllic visions of lounging in the shade while nibbling on salad and fruit as we admired our respective children.
Somehow, in the midst of imagining, I had forgotten that my respective child is an energetic toddler — lounging isn’t really her forte. Bouncing around like a manic butterfly? Now that is a skill she has mastered.
As a side note, let us also pause to comment on how impossible it is to get out the door in a timely fashion once you have children. We had planned to rendezvous at my house and set out at 10:30 for an early picnic. We left at noon. Enough said.
After arriving at our picnic location, we spread out our goodies (peanut noodle salad, fresh fruit, cucumber tomato salad, cheese, fizzy lemonade, yum) and prepared to feast. At which point, Hurricane Mouse began to do her thing. It never occurred to me that the concept of sitting on the ground with your food to eat might be hard for a toddler to a) grasp and b) execute.
She scrambled to and fro. Stood up. Sat down. Clambered into my lap. Clambered into mom’s lap. Tried to run away and play on the swing set. Upended several glasses of lemonade. Stuck her feet in my plate of food. Sat on her plate of food. You get the idea.
In the end, my mom wolfed down a few bites of lunch, then took the whirlwind over to the playground while I lounged and chatted and snuggled my friend’s baby.
We also ran into a bit of trouble with the al fresco diaper change, as Miss Mouse decided she didn’t want to put a diaper back on and attempted to make a break for it, naked bottom waving in the breeze. I did manage to get a diaper back on her, but the shorts were a losing battle. So she stomped around in a green tank top, purple diaper, and brown leather elephant shoes.
You can get away with such things when you’re two.