This was our big trip last week: to the play area at the mall. Not a lot of history here. Or cultural significance. Not even a cohesive theme with a Winnie-the-Pooh treehouse and dinosaur bones [?].I will say that it is a great age to take the kids: Joss loves it, and Sebi is his gentle giant of a bodyguard. He shepherds his little brother around on the slide, through the tunnel and pulls his foot out when it gets stuck between dino teeth. But, oh, when I think of the depths to which we've sunk, I just find it hard to chronicle.
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This is as good as it gets for most moms. It may not be the Hofburg, but the boys are really cute!
And yet, a lack of worthy topics seems only to increase my blog-writing productivity. I guess I thrive on the trivial and insubstantial.
And who knows, add a hundred years and the mall play area might seem deeply culturally significant.
By the way, I still greatly hope to get our families together again some time--if we can ever get a break in the ongoing croup series at my house.
Welcome to the life of the rest of us mediocre moms!
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