Yesterday we went out to the park by our house to run around a bit while the rain was away. I love taking Margot outside, because she freaks out and runs from toy to toy, only pausing for a moment at each to touch the pieces. She would swing for approximately 5.6 seconds, then go down the slide, then swing again for 4.3 seconds, etc. It is kind of funny watching her little head decide what she should do next, and the way she runs in hilarious. So hilarious, I may have taken a little video:
(Um, I have no idea how to post video to this. Will get husband on this project right away.)
After the swinging and the sliding, Margot was running around by the trees while Ben and I played a little catch. All of the sudden, these really *wonderful* responsible parents with seventeen kids and a huge dog with no leash descended on the park. Before I could even mutter a cuss word (which is pretty f***ing fast) this crazy ass dog was sprinting toward my sitting duck of a toddler. Since Margot is toy size for this dog, I was envisioning something like Nintendo "Duck Hunt" happening before my very eyes. It was now my turn to sprint. I took off after my baby like nobody's business. I beat that damn dog there, swooped Margot up and endured about two minutes of jumps, snips and licks from this freaking dog while it's *wonderful* owners yelled "Benneton, get down! Benneton, don't lick!" How about "Benneton, where is your freaking leash?" or "Benneton, why do have such a retarded name?"