For a completely unrelated update....
Jun. 2nd, 2007 08:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
conuly
Here's an Ana-cdote!
On her birthday, we went to the playground in Battery Park City with the really-high-up-hammocks. It's a cool playground. Seriously.
Ana, while my back was turned, went down one of the fire poles all by herself. I would have spotted for her if I'd known, but by the time I saw what she was doing, I figured it was better not to distract her. I told her mom this, but didn't tell her which fire pole it was.
Jenn went with us last week, and I pointed it out to her. First, she pointed towards the other, smaller fire pole. Nope - it was the big one. Then she went and pointed towards the big one. Yup, the big one. Then she reached her arm waaaaaaaay above her head, and stood up on her tiptoes, and touched the platform Ana had leaned off in order to reach the fire pole. The platform seven feet or so above the ground.
This is why I decided to let Ana do it on her own once I saw, because I *really* didn't want to startle her and cause her to just fall. That girl has no fear.
Funnily enough, this playground, with its seven-foot-drops and its actually-scary-bridges-and-hammocks is labelled "ages 3-9", according to the nifty labels on the equipment. The one by Jenn's office, with its kinda wussy playstructure that is at no point taller than my head? "Ages 5-12". I've seen 12 year olds there. Poor dears are bored to tears, because there is literally nothing for them to do other than swing on the tire swing, which is so badly placed that they can't even do that without endangering small children.
On her birthday, we went to the playground in Battery Park City with the really-high-up-hammocks. It's a cool playground. Seriously.
Ana, while my back was turned, went down one of the fire poles all by herself. I would have spotted for her if I'd known, but by the time I saw what she was doing, I figured it was better not to distract her. I told her mom this, but didn't tell her which fire pole it was.
Jenn went with us last week, and I pointed it out to her. First, she pointed towards the other, smaller fire pole. Nope - it was the big one. Then she went and pointed towards the big one. Yup, the big one. Then she reached her arm waaaaaaaay above her head, and stood up on her tiptoes, and touched the platform Ana had leaned off in order to reach the fire pole. The platform seven feet or so above the ground.
This is why I decided to let Ana do it on her own once I saw, because I *really* didn't want to startle her and cause her to just fall. That girl has no fear.
Funnily enough, this playground, with its seven-foot-drops and its actually-scary-bridges-and-hammocks is labelled "ages 3-9", according to the nifty labels on the equipment. The one by Jenn's office, with its kinda wussy playstructure that is at no point taller than my head? "Ages 5-12". I've seen 12 year olds there. Poor dears are bored to tears, because there is literally nothing for them to do other than swing on the tire swing, which is so badly placed that they can't even do that without endangering small children.
