1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="ghrnQAAAwp"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/the-park/">The Park</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/the-park/embed/#?secret=ghrnQAAAwp" width="600" height="338" title="“The Park” — PoohsDen" data-secret="ghrnQAAAwp" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> My daily dose of entertainment these days is a trip to the park – yes you know the place with swings and slides and kids high on sugar? The same. I have been heading out to my neighborhood park pretty frequently – it is a place I had not stepped into the 3 years I lived in this neighborhood. But then in my before baby days, my hangouts were usually the bookstore or the mall or the dance studio or the radio studio and not the park. Well coming back to the park, me and my daughter people-watch and just enjoy being outdoors and people watching is so much fun. Here are some of my observations from the park – Boys will be boys: By the time they are 4, the gender divide is clear. The boys group together run around in breakneck speed, attempt to dismantle toys, not bother about the scorching sun and in general be boys and girls do just the opposite they group togther, sit under the shade and examine each others clothes and jewelry. – Moms of toddlers turn blind and deaf It is at the park that most of the moms get to unwind […]