Not Just Another Day at the Park

Backstory: W had roseola virus, a horrid little sucker that brings high fever and a rash (that we learned about later) and does a number on blood counts (at least for our little toddler). Basically said numbers were tested, of course were knocked low, and the doctor gave us the unnecessary scare of our lives. We won't go any further than saying a change of doctors or a talk about what happened will be in order. But, we were quarantined for a couple of weeks now, leaving both of us staring at the door and jumping out of our shoes when I mentioned the word "park" when we got home this morning.

Today he's cleared. See, bandaid to prove it! 

And let's just talk about how this is the third finger prick and FIRST decorative bandaid. Come on, nurse! (I may or may not have brought one to put over his fingers last time.) 

The sickies aren't the only reason we've stayed away from the old park. It's been so hot after all, but today we put on our sunscreen and ball caps and grabbed some ice cold waters to take with us, and found ourselves reacquainted with swings and slides.

Reunited and it feels so good! The Sheriff was timid at first since I can't remember the last time he's been on a swing (a sad story I know!). 

But it didn't take long to get this silly grin.

For a kid who is somehow into throwing objects, an empty park full of wood chips and a mother allowing his latest obsession as there were no other kids to get hurt, this was the highlight of the trip.

Someone even was a fan of the slides today which was a big win since they haven't been his favorite as of late. 

Our spontaneous and sweaty park trip was just what we needed to get back into the swing of things around here.