We went to the park just before sunset tonight. It’s the first time Brandon’s been able to use his sand tools (the rake, shifter and shovel) along with his personalized sandpail. Funny story about the rake from the other night…we were putting Brandon to bed around 930pm. All of a sudden, he starts crying and saying, “Walk” and whining for a “wok”. What? We looked at each other and could not figure out what he wanted. “Walk, walk, wok.” Then he became squirmy as we tried to get him to lay down on the pillows. He inched down, got off the bed, left us both there looking after him and he went into the bathroom, crying, staggering, and saying, “Wok, rok”. Dave went after him, as he was now leaning into the tub, and proclaimed, “Oh, Brandon, it’s your RAKE.” Brandon, now with the tired, mixed laugh/cry, said, “Yea, rake” and brought it back to bed. We were stunned. He had not seen it since his bath at 730pm. He had sinced played with other toys, eaten some fruit, and been changed and readied for bed. He was then calm, rolled around with the rake, then rolled on the rake and became whiny again, and then went to sleep.
Ah…but today, he got to use the rake for it’s intended purpose, the sand, not just some random water and bath toy. Brandon sat down on the sand, with both of us ther watching. Dave showed him how it could be used to rake the sand. Brandon used his other tools to fill the bucket full of sand. However, along the way, he had to stop and pull off his Mickey crocs and attempt to dust his feet off from the sand that had seeped through the Mickey heads. He would stick his foot in the sand for a bit, to feel it in his toes, then immediately request that his shoe be put back on (Brandon can take the shoes off, but is not as good about putting them back on). Pointing to his foot, he would grunt to Dave and hand over his shoe. He did this every 3-4 scoops of his shovel. He was fine sitting in the sand, but just didn’t like the way it felt in between his shoes and foot. Dave told him to suck it up, get over it, and just play. But I felt Brandon’s discomfort – I was in flip-flops and didn’t like the way the sand felt in between the thong part and my feet. I was ok with being in the sand, but as long as it didn’t come between my feet and footwear. Easy for Dave to say since he had running shoes and didn’t get sand in them. Brandon had enough of the sand and went back to the slides in the park. He is getting so much better at sliding – before he would come down crooked, hitting the back of his head on the slide. Now he’s sitting up, knows that he can brake with his feet, and can even get off of the slide to go “again!” I can’t believe how many times he said, “again!” Dave was getting a work out too; I was catcher since I only had on flip flops. We did see one lady who came into the same area with a kid probably 3 or so. She just left him in the sand and started walking around, talking on a cell phone. The kid just did his thing, with some sand toys that they had brought. Meanwhile, the lady just walked off, chatting away, not engaging the kid, not even looking at him! We were appalled! I wanted Dave to ask the kid in Chinese if it was his mom or a nanny. But then that would be bad, if on an off chance that lady turned around to see Dave interacting with the kid. Then Dave could be seen as that “creepy guy that talks to young boys in the park.” Not good. But still we speculated. It was so sad – the kid took off his shoes, walked with socks on in the sand area, picked up questionable material in the sand, talked to himself, all while we watched him and then watched the lady circling. Finally, there was another couple with a small son there. They were both attentive, talking with the kid, amazed that he knew “binoculars”, and that they were used to see “people far away”. The dad didn’t know how his son knew that. He looked about 2.5 years old, maybe. I tried to make it known that the random kid in the sand was not ours. We even moved to the slide area and left the kid there, not looking back, so that they would not think he belonged to us and that WE had abandoned him. The lady was doing laps, walking around the enclosed kiddie area. Finally, the couple saw the lady and started talking to her in Chinese. Dave is not one to eavesdrop. Shucks. But as the three adults were talking, the kid took off on his big wheel, outside the gated area. The dad of the couple was a white guy, so he pointed to the kid and gestured something like, “um, is he going to be ok?” The mom said the older brother was over there, but still, they were both out of sight. Maybe Dave and I are just ultra-paranoid thinking this person was a bad mother/nanny.
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But when we went over to the structure, we saw three boys-the young one and two older ones, but they were not that much older. Not old enough to be responsible for taking care of the little guy. The older two ones were playing on the structure, not even paying attention to the littlest one. And what if one of the older ones fell off. Or if someone took them! It was getting dark, and she was 1/2 a football field’s length or more away and couldn’t see them directly! It’s like this lady just took the kids to the park for some “me time” and was happy to talk on the phone and giggle like a little girl instead of taking care of these kids. It’s just so sad, either the lady was a mom who wasn’t into watching her kids, or a nanny who wasn’t into doing her job. Either way, it made me sad and then mad to see.