Determined not to spend the summer watching the kids "veg" out in front of the iPad, I have been doing research on local "adventures". I read about this cool park in Cerritos that had mini houses set in old English style with slides and climbs inside, a pond with ducks, geese and many turtles. We headed over there to check it out and it was pretty cool. Tons of kids from a summer camp were also there, so we didn't stay too long. Watching the swimming turtles was fascinating.
We decided to head to another park in Huntington Beach that had beautiful trails and trees. Our blanket and picnic basket gave us a reason to stop and enjoy the area and eat our lunch. The fresh air must have done them good, because all three ate every bite of their sandwich!
We found a playground with play equipment. The trio immediately got involved in a game with kids who were already there. Abbey told me she made three new friends and could name all of them. Two were nice and one was mean, according to her! Their game involved finding sticks and turning them into "guns". Now, I have never bought my kids or grandkids toy guns, but, somehow, that doesn't stop them from creating them. I watched carefully and they had strict rules that you could not actually touch anyone with your stick gun. A good rule, I thought! Lots of running and laughing and tagging ensued. Nobody cried! Nobody got mad! Nobody came and tattled! Maybe the sticks were magic!!!
At the end of the day, I realized we had not spent any money (except gas and lunch from home) and, yet, had a terrific time.
Another successful adventure.
We decided to head to another park in Huntington Beach that had beautiful trails and trees. Our blanket and picnic basket gave us a reason to stop and enjoy the area and eat our lunch. The fresh air must have done them good, because all three ate every bite of their sandwich!
We found a playground with play equipment. The trio immediately got involved in a game with kids who were already there. Abbey told me she made three new friends and could name all of them. Two were nice and one was mean, according to her! Their game involved finding sticks and turning them into "guns". Now, I have never bought my kids or grandkids toy guns, but, somehow, that doesn't stop them from creating them. I watched carefully and they had strict rules that you could not actually touch anyone with your stick gun. A good rule, I thought! Lots of running and laughing and tagging ensued. Nobody cried! Nobody got mad! Nobody came and tattled! Maybe the sticks were magic!!!
At the end of the day, I realized we had not spent any money (except gas and lunch from home) and, yet, had a terrific time.
Another successful adventure.
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