The many varieties of sliding: feet first, on their tummies, head first, on their backs, and every which way in between.
Sometimes S and A fall off these ride-on toys into the sand. The other day, I had just lathered Samantha’s face, legs and arms up with sunscreen. She fell off the horsey, flat on her face. She didn’t cry as she got up crying, but was visibly uncomfortable as she had a face, arms and legs covered in sand, which was sticking to the sunscreen like glitter on glue. That’s one of those “I wish I hadn’t left my camera in the stroller” moments.
The bridge at this particular park is the one thing that gives me an anxiety attack every time. It’s super slippery and of course, S and A feel the need to run 90 mph up and down it. They’ve been known to flip over these bars a few times too.
Even sand is not completely toddler proof. We are working on teaching the girls not to throw sand (why is this such a “thing at this age?).
Dumping sand all over mommy’s shoes. Because scooping sand into buckets is for babies.