We met up with some Green Parent mama friends today. It was an incredibly joyful spur-of-the-moment change of plans, and a fabulous (but rainy) park day.
Baby ate everyone else's picnics - and a bit of soil too. People on parks often come up to me to helpfully tell me that my baby is eating dirt. Thank you, yes, I know. If she finds a cigarette butt, I want to know about that, but a bit of dirt not so much. She won't eat much, it doesn't taste good! :)
Jenna and Emily renewed their friendship, and the whole pack of wild children ran around barefoot in the rain without their coats. If this makes me a bad Waldorf mama, so be it! Talia won't keep her hat on, either.
Sand and sticks and soaking wet children. Fresh air and sculpture and wooden play frames. Laughter and "me too" stories to our hearts' content! (I am *not* the only mama with embarrassing public toilet stories!) One very contented Rowan who was loved and carried around by a certain sweet gentle big boy.
Happy mama, happy daddy, happy wild ones. :)