This weekend was a big one for us; that statement has a very different meaning now. I’m talking we spent Saturday morning at “Panda Fun” – think a MacDonald’s play place on steroids with small people everywhere. It would have been my idea of a pre-baby nightmare. Oh wait a minute, its my post baby nightmare also. Kids are screaming, some out of joy, some because their naps are overdue, some because they are just assholes. At one point I yelled at two kids as they bulldozed my angel over (you’re allowed to yell at other people’s kids right?) As our time came to a close, we did as all parents do, hauled their screaming toddler out of there because they were not ready to leave. Serenity now.
Fast forward to Sunday. We attended our very first Jack Frost Festival. We started off with a minor meltdown because my son didn’t want to wear his entrance bracelet, and then he didn’t want me to wear mine. Upon settling that major issue and ripping the bracelets off, we sat and watched everyone’s favourite Treehouse performers, Splash and Boots. It was actually a joy to watch how excited our little was watching TV somehow come to life. And then came the lines. The balloon animal line- 20 minutes. Face painting- 20 minutes. Bouncy castles- 20 hours. With kids E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E.
I have always recognized that I was never really a ‘kid’ person. I mean I do love my own kid but I could take or leave yours. When I go to kids events, I hate them almost 100% of the time. But I do love seeing my own little one have fun. I am there solely for him and the memories, the photos, the giggles. This weekend truly solidified that you can have a child and love them and all that comes with them including their friend’s stupid birthday parties, Jack Frost, and Panda Fun even if you aren’t really a ‘kid’ person and if you think kids events are the worst.