sentences go to the park
Mar. 16th, 2010 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psocopteraYay for a good afternoon after a bad morning! We went to the park, and enjoyed Baby's First Dirt! I've never really let Juniper crawl around freely on the ground before, but she's slowed way down on putting everything in her mouth, so it suddenly seemed much more reasonable to do. (Also it is now 53degF rather than 23.) She was fascinated by sticks and leaves and bark chips, I only had to stop her from eating one wood splinter, her pants got muddy, and I had to clean off her hands when we left! It was great.
Shortly after we got there, she needed a diaper change, which attracted a fascinated audience of three little girls (3, 4, and 5), who clustered around asking questions. I'm always a little unsure about appropriate boundaries with other people's kids - there was a definite teachable moment there when they were asking whether Junie, naked from the waist down getting her parts wiped, was a boy or a girl, but maybe you don't want your four-year-old learning the word "vagina" at the playground (although, really, isn't that traditional?), so I just said she was a girl without elaborating. The best question: they had asked what I was doing, and I had said I was changing her diaper because she pooped in there, because she was too young to know how to use the potty, and one of them asked "how will she learn that?", and I was like, "hey, good question, kid! I wonder about that too.". Other questions included whether she had teeth, how old she was, and there was some sort of confusion about her knees that I didn't quite follow. One of the other parents congratulated me on my seminar. ::grin:: (I did small talk with not one but *two* other parents, ::is proud of self::.)
Shortly after we got there, she needed a diaper change, which attracted a fascinated audience of three little girls (3, 4, and 5), who clustered around asking questions. I'm always a little unsure about appropriate boundaries with other people's kids - there was a definite teachable moment there when they were asking whether Junie, naked from the waist down getting her parts wiped, was a boy or a girl, but maybe you don't want your four-year-old learning the word "vagina" at the playground (although, really, isn't that traditional?), so I just said she was a girl without elaborating. The best question: they had asked what I was doing, and I had said I was changing her diaper because she pooped in there, because she was too young to know how to use the potty, and one of them asked "how will she learn that?", and I was like, "hey, good question, kid! I wonder about that too.". Other questions included whether she had teeth, how old she was, and there was some sort of confusion about her knees that I didn't quite follow. One of the other parents congratulated me on my seminar. ::grin:: (I did small talk with not one but *two* other parents, ::is proud of self::.)
