Playground fun

Last night we went to dinner with Cahlan's parents at Cafe Rio. It was delicious but so loud and since were were trying to talk we were practically yelling at each other so we decided to go to a park so the kids could play and we could talk.
We made our way to this school playground just up the road and we ended up playing as well. I realized a few things about myself as I reflected on the fun we had. First, I love swings and slides. Second, I realized that I keep myself too busy sometimes to enjoy things like playing at the park. It's kind of funny because I actually take my kids to the park quite often but it's more out of some parental obligation that I feel the need to do so.
Cahlan and I can sometimes get a little competitive when it comes to games, so of course we had a little competition on the swings to see who could launch off of them the farthest. He was better of course but it was a blast. Then we played in the monkey bars and the slides whith our babies and I remembered how much fun I had when I was little.
I watched my two kiddos for a minute and it dawned on me that I used to play with that much vigor and love for slides and swings. Now it seems as though all of the things that I think are fun involve spending money. I also realized that I always try to rush Emmy and Cohen with their playtime, and then sometimes get upset when Emmy's not quite ready to leave. Last night I wanted to stay longer but felt forced to leave since it was already bed time.
Anyways I just hope that in the future I can better understand my children's desire be kids. I hope that I can nurture that innocence and energy that they have and maybe even learn to retrogress a little bit bit sometimes.

So sad...

WARNING: This is a really sad and kind of depressing post so if you're looking for something happy, read a different post. Sorry
I just watched a video on You tube about an infant that was killed by her parents about 5 years ago. I don't actually know how old she was when she was killed but she was very small. I won't go into detail because it was so brutal and heartbreaking that I don't want to discuss it right now. It was heart breaking. It made me angry at the parents for the horrible things they were capable of and it made me so sad for the horrible days that that sweet baby must have had to endure. I look at my children and can't imagine felling anything but love for you own baby. I honestly just don't understand it. I am grateful at least that she didn't have to grow up spending her whole life under those circumstances. But it kills me to think that someone is capable of what those people did.

I studied psychology in school and have always been fascinated by how the mind works. But no research or study will ever help me to understand what kind of psychological defect it takes to be capable of something so inhumane. I know this is starting to sound depressing it's because it is. Sorry. But I am grateful to know that there is no earthly punishment that compare to the justice that those people will receive when they leave this life.