It was at this point where the kids told me: "We don't even need to go to the playground!"
We stayed here a while conquering the tree bridge.
The kids made it look pretty easy. And I thought that I was still young and limber and fancied a go myself.
This is what happened:
I got kind of stuck.
I just love how the Hubby chooses his moments to take pictures of me.
Oh the shame.
From this experience, I have learned that:
I am not so young and limber any more.
My jeans are too tight and therefore not easy to climb trees in and therefore:
I need to climb trees more to shed that packaging material.
Thank you so much handy hubby for giving me a reality check and helping me to see myself for what I really am and not the super hero tree climbing mama that I thought I was in my head.
I made it this far anyway. But I couldn't really shimmy up the tree like the kids did because I was worried that might wear a hole through the jeans in the wrong places.
I'll just be happy for them and their tree climbing joy for now.
We did go to the playground, and it was super fun too:
"WHO'S TRIP TRAPPING OVER MY BRIDGE?!"
Playing The Three Billy Goat's Gruff with the Norwegian Troll. We always play this on bridges. I usually get to be the troll, but I let him have a turn this time. I owed him that.