The playground is a funny place. When we
\n go I always hope there are other kids for Lex to play with, but
\n at the same time, the more kids there the more vigilant I have
\n to be. We went today and there were a bunch of kids (most of
\n whom we know) and I had to watch him the entire time. Makes it
\n tough for me to socialize! :) There was a boy we know that
\n started pushing Lex from the minute we walked in the gate. Lex
\n took it for awhile, watched as the kid took his hat, poured
\n sand on his arm, and generally acted annoying. Then, at one
\n point, the kid pushed Lex and Lex apparently decided it was a
\n game and yelled (playfully, but a yell nonetheless) and ran
\n towards the kid. I’m not sure what his goal was, but the kid
\n put up his hands and pushed into Lex. I interjected at that
\n point and took Lex away for awhile. It’s funny because you want
\n to let the kids kind of figure stuff out on their own, but at
\n the same time I don’t want to allow or condone pushing and
\n unfriendly behavior (which he’s been doing a bit lately). On
\n our way out he was running around with Dylan having fun and
\n then suddenly pushed him over and made him cry. No fun! I
\n strapped him into the stroller and told him that he can’t play
\n with Dylan if he’s not going to be friendly. Of course, this
\n was also a punishment for me because I then had to push an
\n extra 30lbs up the hill to the car! Oh, the sacrifices we make
\n ;)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The playground is a funny place. When we go I always hope there are other kids for Lex to play with, but at the same time, the more kids there the more vigilant I have to be. We went today … Continue reading