Well, I've finally caved...

I've never been one to journal or keep a diary. I'm not particularly witty or deep or really even very interesting. But, I've seen so many great blogs (and it looks like they might be fun to write) that I thought I'd give it a go. For now, it's just gonna be me that knows about it. We'll see how things go...

Today I thought I'd write about the death of our swingset. The poor thing was only about five years old, but it was well-loved and well-used by not only my four monkeys, but most of the rest of the neighborhood, too. It had started to bend and wobble a few months ago, but my youngest little boy still spent hours out there everyday just swinging away. He can be such a solitary little guy. I'd look out the back door and there he'd be watching the birds, the neighborhood dogs, the squirrels.

He has been a little lost without his swing. Today I watched him walk out in the frosty fall wind and hold onto the broken leg of the swing set. He was so forlorn. He trudged back into the house...barefoot...to remind me that the swing had fallen down. I told him it was broken and he looked back at me just shocked.

So, we came downstairs and looked at some new swingsets online. He is very particular about his swingset needs apparantly. One nice set was adamantly vetoed because it was a "grandpa swingset". What does that mean, you might ask? I sure did. "It just is," was the answer. Quite an opinion for a not quite three year old to have!

Can you guess what my husband and I will be doing this weekend? Listen carefully and I'm sure you'll be able to hear the wailing and gnashing of teeth as we try to construct it with the "help" of a 12, 7, 5 and 2 year old. More swingset updates to follow as they become available....