Some of my friends call it the "witching hour", and if you have small children and/or babies you probably know exactly what I'm referring to... that stressful, cranky time before and possibly throughout dinnertime. In my house, with my 3 & 4 year old boys, I can hesitantly refer to it as the "All-You-Can-Eat-Chaos Buffet & Show". Admission is free, but I'd have to actually pay you to stay, watch, and listen to it.
But that's all about to change, because the new swingset has arrived! (You can see pictures of the sad old swingset in a recent older post.)
Our new best friend is large and in charge. It's got two "big boy swings" (opposed to "baby swings"), there's a slippery dip (uh, that's Australian for "slide"), and a steering wheel. And I am optimistic and hopeful that the fantastic lookout window on this bad boy, won't cause my neighbors to call the city council as my children peer into their yards with the yellow plastic telescope conveniently mounted inside.
I'm feeling pretty confident that the boys new little paradise is going to make a huge difference in the quality of our late afternoon time. Law of attraction, law of attraction. My kids will behave, my 3 year old won't show my 4 year old who's boss, and I'll make everyone a nice dinner. Law of attraction. Think it, know it, it will happen-- right?