I put Piper in the little swing in our backyard. The yellow part of the swing that keeps her in broke a while ago (Haley and Morgan being too rough with it)...but, I rigged it so that is would stay put. I sat right beside her the whole time just giving little pushes. I wanted to run in just for a minute to grab the camera so I asked Morgan to sit beside her. I ran in (literally it must have been 15 seconds later) Haley runs in yelling that Piper fell. I race outside (again, under a minute of time has past) and find little Piper sitting under the swing crying and Morgan now where to be seen. Apparently, Morgan decided to pull the swing back really far, Piper then leaned way forward dislodging my handy work and out she fell. Morgan freaked out and ran to the side yard to hide and cry alone. (She does that, hides when she's upset...her favorite spot is behind our fake little tree in the living room...she reminds me of that kid in Christmas Story when he hid in the cabinet under the sink.) So anyway, Piper was fine, no harm done. But I think I need to get a new swing that's more secure!
And then, also in the park these three boys were chasing around a squirrel. The squirrel ran up a tree and then the kids started throwing rocks at it! What the hell?!! What is wrong with people?!! They were old enough to know better. And then Haley starts chasing them telling them that it's not nice to do that to animals. And then some random lady yelled at them to cut it out and leave the squirrel alone. Seriously, I wanted to go high five that woman! Too many people sit on the wayside letting things happen...like we are scared to stand up for what's right! Don't be.
So, other than those two incidents we had a great time. We came home, Ryan made a fire, ate leftovers and called it a day.
It looks like another beautiful day today. I'm thinking a family bike ride is in order this afternoon.
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I shouldn't encourage your behavior. But sometimes I feel like people need to be told "NO". Somehow... that is lost these days. Maybe a tenancy toward too much tolerance. marshmallow kids turned bad. And I swear I was a marshmallow kid.
ah... look it up.
Keep fighting.
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