We have been walking down our street to the "yellow park" since Jackson was 2, and Paul was 9 months old! I used to get so worried about not being able to watch both of them at the same time, worried that one of them would step backwards and fall off of the play structure. Or afraid that Jackson would hit another kid! I looked at other moms who were there with older kids, and they'd be sitting on a bench reading a book. At that time, I longed to sit on a bench and read a book, to just have a break from my two toddlers! As I looked around the park, I had flashbacks of Jackson's 4th birthday party which was on the second day after we brought Alanna baby home from the hospital! All of our family was there, and it was a pirate party, complete with a pirate ship cake made by Grandma Ce Ce and Luke! I had flashbacks of the boys taking their Easter kites to that park for the first time and flying them in the fierce Herriman wind and constantly getting them tangled up!
When Alanna was about 2-3 years old, she thought she owned the baby swing at the park. If we arrived and someone else was in it, she would walk over and stare them down and I couldn't get her to move away! She could have sat in that swing for hours if I had let her, and had the energy to push her! She quickly learned to do the monkey bars and hang on to the zip line all by herself, and I can still hear her saying "watch me, watch me!" Speaking of monkey bars, there was the evening that we were babysitting the Johnson kids and decided to take everyone to the park. I was still getting Braxton and Blaze out of the car when Masey ran over to do the monkey bars and feel to the ground screaming. She had fractured her arm, and I felt so horrible that it had happened on my watch!
Once when I was pregnant with Blaze and pushing Alanna in the stroller, the boys ran ahead of me to the "yellow park". I ran into a friend going down the hill and stopped for a few minutes to chat. When I made it to the park, I bumped into Brita who was hanging out there with a lady I didn't know. This other lady said "I don't know where the mother of these boys is, but they are eating out of the garbage can!" I had to sheepishly claim Jackson and Paul, and then go scold them for eating Cheetos and M&M's out of the park's garbage can! How embarrassing!
My sweet baby Blaze loved to swing just like Alanna did! Even more, he loves to sled with Peter and Max and his siblings at the park during the winter. The kids always talk about the time that Luke was sledding down the hill and went over a rock that cracked his sled and left a rather painful area on his derriere! I remember sitting at that park watching Blaze's very first soccer practice when he was 5 years old and enjoying how aggressive he was! He wanted so badly to be like his older brothers and have us watch his games!
I drive by our "yellow park" several times a day, but I don't always have flashbacks of my kids growing up playing there. But once in a while they come, and they are very cherished memories that I don't ever want to forget. And someday, James might have his way, and we will move. But I hope that my kids will keep their memories of that "yellow park" in the magical childhood bank of experiences that they are building up!


























































