The rains came, and the rains left and we were none the worse for wear. Erin’s shower was rescheduled to Sunday so I had the boys to myself in decidedly better weather. We went to the animal farm and fed pellets of food to a variety of slightly crazed goats and sheep. We also took pony rides and had a whirl on the train. That such places exist is a testimony to the existence of parents who desperately need entertainment that a 100th trip to the park can’t provide. One of the main attractions at White Post Farms is a giant sandbox with playground equipment in it which the boys enjoyed more than the animals. I let them root around in the dirt for an hour while I compared parenting notes with the other adults. From what I can tell by talking with my peers, nothing we’re doing is causing any irreversible or irreparable harm. It’s always nice to check though.
Surprisingly, taking two toddlers out of the house into a world where everything within sight had the potential to cause incapacitating injury or death didn’t stress me out to the level I expected it to. Both of the lads were generally well behaved and fun to be with. I was so pleased at my organizational skills that after we pulled out of the animal farm I took them both to Target for toys, followed by a food-shopping jaunt to Waldbaums. Aside from D clawing his way into the contents of the cart in the supermarket, the whole thing went off without incident. Of course, as soon as we got home they both melted down. It was a long day and in the end all that wandering around the suburban jungle pushed them to their collective limits. I’m sure Erin thought they were howling like feral bobcats all day but it truly wasn’t the case. Next week-end we’re planning on a trip to the Long Island Renaissance Fair. No problem.
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