A Day at the Park

“Honey, I am going to take the girls to the park this morning. You can shower with no distractions.” Hubby smiled, obviously quite proud of himself.

“Wow. Great. Bring the sippy cups. Whole milk for baby 2. Skim milk for baby 1.”

“Got it!”

“Snacks. Bring snacks.” I advised.

“Oh, we won’t need those. We’ll be gone for just a bit.”

Hysterical laughter.

“Ok, I’ll bring snacks.” He concedes.

“Cheerios for Baby 2. Raisins for Baby 1.”

“Okey, Dokes…” Hubby was halfway out the door.

“Don’t put the snacks in a baggie. Choking hazard.” I warned.

“Yep. Got it.”

“I hope you’re not thinking of going anywhere unarmed. Grab the diaper bag,” I continued.

“That big, flowery, womanly thing? I’ll just grab a diaper and throw it in the back.”

“Wipes. Bring wipes then.”

“Gotcha!” He chuckled.

“And a change of clothes….in case there’s a poop explosion.”

“Alright, I’ll bring the girlie bag!” He begins to admit defeat.

“Throw in a couple hats and sunscreen. They inherited my skin.”

“Hats? They have hats?” He scratches his head, confusion looming.

“And a couple sweaters in case it clouds up," warns Weather Mamma.

“Should I bring an overnight bag?” he jokes.

I ignore the joke and continue...

“A blanket would be a good idea.
Not her quilt. The grass will get it wet.
Ya might wanna grab a ponytail holder.
Not that one. It pulls her hair.
And grab some hair clips.
Not the sparkly one. It scratches.
Don’t forget a baby toy.
No, that one might have lead. Try this one.
The Kleenexes are on the table.
Ah, the purse size one is …well…..in my purse.
Oh, here’s their sunglasses.
And, put some shoes on them, ya goofball!”

My checklist complete, and my hot, much anticipated shower only seconds away....

“Um….looks like it might rain….Do I have to bring all this stuff if I just take ‘em to Target?”