Life After I "Dew"

Me and Kodi were talking about the differences between her boys and my KP.  Her boys jump in the first pile of dirt they see, KP can't stand anything being on her hands that resemble dirt {or paint, or pen, or marker,or food}.  We both decided that it's definitely something they're born with.

Friday KP and I hit up an indoor playground about 30 minutes away. It's a coffee shop & playground all in one, pretty much the coolest idea ever!  It's $3 for the tots and mamas are FREE!  It was the perfect play area for 5 and under {and the coffee wasn't bad either}.

But even here, among a bunch of preschoolers, I was again reminded about the differences between boys and girls.

 The girls are so kind, sweet to each other.  The little girl in the bottom right? Kendall followed her around more than a shadow on a hot sunny day.  They hugged, Kendall shared her "nacks" {snacks}, and she was the only little person Kendall didn't mind sharing the tunnels with.  They took turns going down the slide, it was precious.

Then there were the boys.  At one point I had to check on Kendall and sure as shit the day is long there was a little bully boy ON TOP of her {but not in that way, don't worry}.  That same kid?  He pushed her, "moved" her out of his way to climb the latter and did the same to some of the other kids too.  His mother was nowhere to be seen so I took it upon myself to let him know that this was, in fact, not ok behavior.  Out of line? Maybe but someone had to save KP and the others.

Then there was a boy dad that only reinforced my "they're born with it" notion.  The girl moms were all, "yay sweetie", "good job", "you did it!!", you know, pleasant.  This boy dad?  He was hiding and then popping out and saying, 'ROAR' in a loud, scary, dad voice. Quite frankly I'm surprised KP didn't start crying because Jimmy is definitely more in touch with his feminine side when it comes to her.  Only further proved my point that boys and girls are like night and day mushrooms and ice cream.

Obviously I am not a boy mama.  I don't know what I would have done had we found out KP had a wenis instead of a vajingo, I don't.  I feel like I am clueless when it comes to boys and opening a diaper to see something?  Gah I would DIE!  I was destined to be a girl mama.  

First of all, thank you all so much for the ideas on what me and KP can get into on a daily basis!  I got some really great ideas that I cannot wait to start incorporating into our daily routine.  So thanks from me AND Kendall!

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So yesterday we hit up our favorite mall for some free, germ-filled, play time.  We've gone several times before and minus the time Kendall got tackled by a toddler bully we've always had a good time.  The mall is super nice and it gives me an excuse to get my chai latte, win win.  We normally go on Fridays so I was anxious to see what it was like on a Monday.  Figuring that most people would take a Friday off rather than a Monday I thought it'd be pretty slow {read: less toddler bullying}, and I was right.  It was much more calm, not nearly as crowded but was not lacking in the people watching.  No sir, not at all.

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Up first we have the breast-feeding mama.  I'm totally, 100% ok with breast-feeding in public, doesn't offend me at all {just thought I should make that perfectly clear}.  This mama was breast-feeding her infant while her toddler played on the giant, foam tree house, no big deal.  No big deal until said toddler decides to bolt for the open entrance/exit area rendering poor mom useless?  I think not. She proceeded to chase him WHILE still breast-feeding her baby.  I kid you not.  If  that's not the definition of multitasking I don't know what is.  Seriously.  That mama deserves a medal or at least a box o' deliciousness.  

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Then there was the clan that looked like they just walked off the set of Sons of Anarchy.  No joke.  The boys were school aged {or so} and were no less accessorized, complete with mini Harley Davidson leather vest.  I shit you not.

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Up next was a tiny 3{ish}-year-old girl.  She was petite and had jet-black hair, I'd venture to say she was adorable.  The first time I saw her she was just wearing a t-shirt and panties.  Yep, that's it.  Then I saw her mom {who looked all of 16} on the floor laughing with the little girl's skirt in her hands.  She had just wrangled her daughter and got her bottom half covered when that little stinker climbed up into the tree house tunnel and TOOK OFF her skirt AND panties and proceeded to squat as if she had to go potty.  And to think my only concern was the fact that in 30 degree weather the little girl had on JUST a mini skirt and t-shirt {no leggings, tights, sweater}.

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And my last sighting for the day came in the form of a seemingly single mom.  The girl looked distraught from the get-go, let's be honest.  She looked lonely, had a twitchy leg, and was definitely just trying to let her kid run wild to avoid having to deal with yet another problem.  Clearly.  Kendall kept playing right in her vicinity so I was totally eavesdropping couldn't help but overhear her phone conversation with someone who kept hanging up on her.  It went something like this:  Lady, "Why can't you bring my car to me?" ::click::  She calls the number back, "Well you are not helping the problem!"  ::click:: This circle of hang ups and call backs happens at least 4 or 5 times that I "overheard".  

And, to think, this was in our nice, fancy, "high-end" mall.