becoming a parent is an interesting thing.  on one hand you become a responsible adult, selflessly devoting yourself to this tiny human being who you would die for, and on the other hand you become a kid again whizzing down slides, flying high on swings, hanging on the jungle gym, building and destroying sandcastles, blowing bubbles, splashing in puddles, talking in funny voices, peek-a-booing, playing make believe with stuffed animals, singing lullabies and silly rhymes, and listening and memorizing every Raffi song known to man.

before holden arrived, i couldn't tell you the last time i spent my afternoon at the playground, but now I spend a portion of each and every day playing at one.  my days are filled entertaining, being silly, smiling, laughing, acting childish and nonsensical.  most of the time I don't feel like a real adult. i feel young, free-spirited, and innocent.

with gloom looming in the not too distant future, we tried to spend as much time outdoors as possible the past couple of days knowing that this week would bring hours of indoor play and some definite cabin fever.  we ran around giggling manically and goofing around with our shoes off, burying our feet in the sand and letting the grass tickle our toes reveling in the fact that sometimes it feels good to just act like a kid again.