Bar Hopping to Park Hopping

In my 20s I went bar hopping, and now in my 30s, I go park hopping. Cocktails have been replaced by sippy cups and juice boxes, dancing has been replaced by ring around the rosie and duck duck goose, 2am burritos have been replaced by pb&j’s and apple slices and the dress code has gone from nice jeans, a cute top and some fun shoes to yoga pants, a wife beater (aka ribbed tank) and Havaianas.

Thank goodness there are about 9 parks here in the SCV that we currently have on rotation. I would go insane if we had to frequent the SAME park every time. And thank goodness I have my wonderful set of mommies that help pass the time at the park with chit chat and laughs.

I am grateful for park time, though, because it gives us a free place to run, jump, climb, play in the sand, explore and picnic. Soon enough our park days will be replaced with school and homework and that just means one thing…my babies will be growing up! So, I will cherish these mornings and afternoons and as I’m sitting out on the grass soaking up the sun or pushing the kids on the swings, I will remember the fun nights in Pacific Beach or downtown San Diego in the Gaslamp ~ and I will smile.