A Plan B Kind Of Day

Being as it is Spring Break, and it's just me and Cohen this week, we've been pretty deliberate about getting out and doing lots of fun stuff this week. We've been pretty successful: we've gotten our shopping done, we've gone to the park, we've visited an indoor playground, and we've spent a day out and about.

Today, our plan was to head back to the park and enjoy the nice weather and have fun in the water. Until the storm clouds rolled in. So I made the executive decision to just go to the park down the street and let Cohen burn off some energy on the playground. And, I kid you not, the minute we stepped outside to head to the park, it began to sprinkle.

So our Plan B (Plan C?) for the afternoon? The backyard. And Cohen's brand new big boy tricycle.

His feet can't reach the pedals yet, but he doesn't let that stop him. The boy loves his bike. He's got 2 other little scoot-along "bikes", but he won't have anything to do with them anymore. Nope, he can't be bothered with that kid stuff anymore -- he's got a big boy bike now.

I think it's pretty safe to say Cohen was not too terribly upset that we didn't make it to the park this afternoon.

Sprinkles aside, the weather was so nice today. The cool breezes and absence of bugs allowed us to open the windows and keep the door open while we played. The open doorway quickly became a favorite play area.

That boy loves his trucks. Give him a dump truck and some rocks, and he's entertained for half the afternoon... until the dog steals his rocks.

He went from bike to dump truck, bike to dump truck, playing happily and only taking stops to snack on some frozen yogurt drops.

And as I sat on the patio, watching my son play and snapping pictures, I was reminded that sometimes you don't have to get out to have fun. Sometimes the biggest thrills are in your own back yard.

... or in your bathtub, as the case may be. Because, in case you didn't already know, boys are dirty, dirty people.