The first picture is of LR enjoying a partially put together kitchen island. Thanks, Uncle Corbin! I just have to make one more trip to pick up the counter top. In the meantime, LR thinks of it as his own personal fort. The hat he's wearing was a gift from grandparents Y and C. You can't see in the picture, but it's a Cubs hat. In a town as rabid as Boston for its sports teams, the grandparents are sure trying hard to get him beat up. So far he has a Tampa Bay shirt and a Cubs hat. Want to throw a Chargers visor our way, SwingDaddy? Good thing we only have a few NY family members or we'd really be in trouble. (Go Sox!)
Monday evening Daddy came home early and we decided to take a picnic dinner to the park. The day had been in the high 80s, so it was a perfect temperature. LR was more than willing to go for a car ride, so it was easy enough to get over there. The park was deserted as, presumably, most people took their kids home for dinner. (Suckers!)
LR started in the sandbox with the big dump trucks and then moved on to the swings. We convinced him to come over to the picnic table for a quick bite of mac n' cheese and pickles before he went on to other equipment. He loves dill pickles, but he wouldn't chew them up and swallow. He would just bite off a hunk and keep it in his mouth while running around. It was driving me crazy thinking that he was going to choke on it as he climbed the rock wall and slid down the tunnel slide. That tunnel slide is just about the greatest slide ever, according to LR. He found it just as I was starting to think about heading home.
It was too nice an evening to keep him from enjoying it completely though, so we waited until he tired of it. Then he found the path into the Fells Reservation at the edge of the park. He headed into the woods, mosquitos and all. He was convinced he heard water and kept trudging farther into the darkening woods looking for it, saying "water, water." We followed until we hit a family of gnats. Then I put LR on my shoulders and we tromped out of the woods and to the car. He didn't fuss about getting into the car and it was a pretty awesome evening overall. The last picture shows Daddy playing a game of chase with LR.
The first picture is of LR enjoying a partially put together kitchen island. Thanks, Uncle Corbin! I just have to make one more trip to pick up the counter top. In the meantime, LR thinks of it as his own personal fort. The hat he's wearing was a gift from grandparents Y and C. You can't see in the picture, but it's a Cubs hat. In a town as rabid as Boston for its sports teams, the grandparents are sure trying hard to get him beat up. So far he has a Tampa Bay shirt and a Cubs hat. Want to throw a Chargers visor our way, SwingDaddy? Good thing we only have a few NY family members or we'd really be in trouble. (Go Sox!)
Monday evening Daddy came home early and we decided to take a picnic dinner to the park. The day had been in the high 80s, so it was a perfect temperature. LR was more than willing to go for a car ride, so it was easy enough to get over there. The park was deserted as, presumably, most people took their kids home for dinner. (Suckers!)
LR started in the sandbox with the big dump trucks and then moved on to the swings. We convinced him to come over to the picnic table for a quick bite of mac n' cheese and pickles before he went on to other equipment. He loves dill pickles, but he wouldn't chew them up and swallow. He would just bite off a hunk and keep it in his mouth while running around. It was driving me crazy thinking that he was going to choke on it as he climbed the rock wall and slid down the tunnel slide. That tunnel slide is just about the greatest slide ever, according to LR. He found it just as I was starting to think about heading home. 
It was too nice an evening to keep him from enjoying it completely though, so we waited until he tired of it. Then he found the path into the Fells Reservation at the edge of the park. He headed into the woods, mosquitos and all. He was convinced he heard water and kept trudging farther into the darkening woods looking for it, saying "water, water." We followed until we hit a family of gnats. Then I put LR on my shoulders and we tromped out of the woods and to the car. He didn't fuss about getting into the car and it was a pretty awesome evening overall. The last picture shows Daddy playing a game of chase with LR.
