Today is my Eight Years of Living in Texas anniversary.
From May 10th through June 6th 2003: my husband graduated college, we got married, we honeymooned in Jamaica, we packed up my house (thankfully with the help of packers), movers took our things, we drove to Texas with our two cats, we closed on our new home in Texas, and I unpacked (although the last thing took about three months to fully complete).
One of these days I’ll write about the insanity of it in more detail.
It took me two seconds to adapt to a Texas “winter”. I never want to feel below zero again.
I’m still acclimating to Texas summer.
My children, particularly Lil Diva, get angry when told, “Sorry sweetie, we can’t go outside. It’s way too hot out.”
I imagine this is what “northern” parents face during subzero temperatures (waves to my Canadians in frozen tundra who are finally living it up while I roast).
In Texas, when the five months of summer hit, there are really only 3 things you can do with young children:
- Hide in the air conditioning: You resort to every possible mode of entertainment, from board games, to reading, to movies. The biggest drawback is eventually the kids will be climbing the walls to escape. Then you brave the heat to haul the kids to libraries, book stores, even Target in a desperate attempt to be anywhere other than home.
- Visit indoor play places: We’re lucky to have multiple indoor bouncy places – it just adds up to expensive and is less viable the more kids you have. During desperate times we’ve hit Burger King, McDonald’s, and Chik-Fil-A to let the kids burn off steam. It’s that or lock myself in a closet.
- Get wet: This is more difficult to embrace with multiple offspring to track, but the option I fully intend to exploit during summer. Sprinkler parks and the pool are vital to the survival of my sanity. They also have the double benefit of exhausting the children.
Memorial Weekend was hot. 100 degree plus type hot. And crazy windy.
So we got wet.
The Tackler had a swim lesson on Saturday – he swam in the pool afterward too.
Monday night he to make-up another lesson, so we trekked the entire family to the pool beforehand.
They had a blast and The Tackler did awesome in his lesson.
But the true fun was Saturday and Sunday night.
The kids were bouncing off the walls. So we ventured to a new (to me) sprinkler park about twenty minutes away.
It was a huge hit.
This sprinkler park had what all the other ones I’ve found lack: a fully enclosed fence for escape artists.
Saturday the Tackler actually passed out on the drive there – it was about 5:30 PM. The earlier pool visit caught up with him.
Since CG was with me, I took the rare opportunity to bring in my camera for a bit. The lighting wasn’t the best – I had to shoot into the sun because on the opposite side the wind blew water onto the lens – but I still captured the pure, simple joy.
A favorite was the set of three buckets that filled with water….
It was so fun The Tackler chose the sprinkler park over going to the pool on Sunday night.
We might have created a new addiction.
What do you do during the months you’re “trapped” by weather (cold or warm) with your children?