ANYWAY. Then it was time to pick up Drama Queen from school, so we decided we'd drop Mr. Man off at the gym after we got her. I had no desire to go to the gym, and the kids care wasn't open yet for the evening anyway. We dropped him off and I started driving around, hoping the irrational Mischief (she was screaming if anyone make a sound) would fall asleep. She didn't. Instead I got questioned about where are we going, I want to go that way, what are we going to do, etc. So I told them I didn't know where we were going, we were on an adventure. Down the street, around the bend (I hate round-a-bouts), through the light, up the curving hill, and there appeared, a park! I had thought about driving around the lake, but then this park appeared. So I pulled in and parked and as we unloaded Mischief gasps in delight and tells me, "It Barney land park!!" Apparently in her little head it looked just like the (or a) playground in one of the Barney episodes she watched this morning. Okay kid, sure, yes, our adventure led us to Barney Land. So she ran around trying to find Barney. Oops.
The play equipment, despite being labeled for ages 5-12 years old, was PERFECT for my children. All three were able to happily and easily get around on it. That does not often happen with these modern playground structures. Mischief even went down the twirly slide a few times, a rare event indeed.
Then Drama Queen decided the little hill just beyond the play area was more interesting, so we headed that way. And they ran up and down it, then we rolled down it and I spotted....a perfect climbing tree. My girls don't climb trees, there just aren't any good climbing trees where we live. They've been in their Uncle Nathan's apricot tree, but that's not the same as climbing a tree. So Drama Queen, with a bit of encouragement, decided to try climbing it.
I eventually decided daddy would be nearing the end of his work out, partly due to the fact that it'd been almost an hour, and because the middle school boys attempting to climb the other evergreens, kept casting slightly envious glances toward the tree DQ was in, and were betting who could go highest in it. So off we relinquished it and they quickly moved in. Hazel Mae was NOT impressed with this decision to leave and I literally carried her, kicking and screaming, to the car. She then proceeded to scream most of the way to the gym, stopping only when her sisters started giggling every time a scream would end in a little squeal.
It was fun.
We will return to adventure again at Barney Land Park.