Adventure Playground

Because 3 year-olds should totally be given hammers and nails and access to a scrap wood pile; that's the reason we went to Adventure Playground last week. I'm not exactly sure that this is the safest place nor am I convinced that it entirely appropriate for a 3 year old and a 1 year old, but the rules say all ages welcome and, well, that's good enough for us.

I went into this whole thing with my expectations low, knowing full well that Anderson is a cautious little thing who is all too content to observe everyone else for a good long while before jumping into an adventure of his own. We started in the tree house where he had a pretty good time hammering nails, but he was tired. And it was hot. And his emotions began to take over. And I can't say that I blame him for getting pretty cranky. He did venture into the water and although I warned him he would have wet shoes (the rule is shoes at all times, even in the water), he then proceeded to have an absolute fit about having wet shoes. Of course. Because 3 year-olds don't always understand consequences and Anderson has a "thing" about wet or sandy shoes. Things eased up once all of his friends were there and though he still shied away from the mud slide and the rafts, he did have great time just running around, rolling tires and hammering a few more nails.

It is not often that we get to meet up with old friends and even rarer that all of the kids and the spouses are in attendance so it may just have been as much fun for the adults as the kids.