Now the disadvantages are many as well. The sand for instance. Even though I have yet to spot cat poop, sand tends to find itself in all the boy's creases and shoes ending up on my carpet. The playground equipment is extremely outdated, as well. The slide is a leading cause of mother-playground-anxiety as we hover around it with our arms out ready to catch a flying kid coming from any direction.
The other problem is location. If just one child comes out to the playground, my kids know. As the boys go about their play day, they keep one eye on toys, the other on the window -- scanning for kids. This morning there was a whole group out there. My boys went, literally, ape on the sofa and monkey on the windows and curtains. Seeing no harm in letting them out, I quickly got them dressed and shoed (if that's even a word!) and out the door.
For the first ten minutes or so, my neighbor-friend and I chatted and the kids played nice. Then Sam decided he wanted to play with the big orange car that Nephi was currently sitting in. Violence ensued. Arms were pulled. When I got to the scene, Nephi was yelling "NOOO!" and Sam was on the verge of a total meltdown. When I told him he couldn't have the car... he melted. Violence once again ensued -- this time it was all self-inflicted. Because of Sam's serious communication issues, he is prone to violent tantrums, and in this instance he was harming himself on the cement.
Now, three and a half year olds can be pretty strong when they are filled with rage and adrenaline. It was quite a battle for me to get my son back into the apartment and into his bedroom. He was honestly pitching such a fit, he was bouncing off the walls, furniture, and all the while tripping over his toys. For his own safety, and for mine, I shut him in his room for some much needed cool down time. And cool down he did.
I let Nephi slide down the slide a few times, then I brought him in the house. Sam had calmed down and I let him out of his room. But he remembered and charged the now locked backdoor. His attitude was so silly that I had to snap a picture -- which just added fuel to his fire.
This is when a kid cares that he can't go back out:This is when a kid doesn't care:
Moral of the story, sometimes we can't have our way. Get over it and move on.