Playing in the Park, Tiptoeing through Tulips

It was beautiful here on Saturday. The short people and some of the taller ones took advantage of this by walking to the park. We spit at bugs flying through the air, and stomped on ants on the ground.

This little man loved the swing, but only for about five pushes at a time. Then, "I'm done!" and back to the big toys.

She had a hard time picking which of the play areas to choose. We went back and forth a few times.

These floating poles were a little further apart than the 2-year-old legs could manage, so mom was close by to help.

Isn't that shiner awesome? No one knows exactly how it happened, but I think it had something to do with how one aunt taught her to run and slide in her socks...

Today there was a little less sun. And even though there was no rain ACTUALLY falling, he still wanted his hood up. And he wanted mine up too. When you smell the flowers once, it's ok. When your aunt wants you to smell them again because NOW she has her camera, this is about as good as it is going to get.

First we picked some flowers for Grandma. And hopped all around the garden on the conveniently placed pavers. And hopped again. And again. And chased the dog. Who happens to be faster than 2- and 3-year-olds.

We tried one without the flash.

And one with. Just in case you think he is actually giving the flower to me, not so much. I just needed to hold it. So he could go back to hopping.

Mom got the flower. The little man got broccoli. Does that seem like a fair trade?

Later, we went on a walk around the block. It was too wet to go to the park, but there were still plenty of worms to look at on the sidewalk. Quote of the day? "Eeeeew! Yuck! I wanna eat it!" This was said about the ants and the smashed and semi-dried worms. They may have stayed out of his mouth, but many of those worms got peeled up off the pavement and chucked. At the cars. At the trees. At the grass. At his mom. Because he can.