Naptime hadnâ€™t gone so well. The natives were getting restless in the living room. So we ventured forth into the great outdoors and headed toward the park.
Sadly, our local neighborhood corner park was infested by middle-school-age heathens â€“ who thought it was just hilarious to stuff themselves into the bucket swings and squeeze down the toddler slides. Continue reading
This was the final week of the winter sessionâ€™s gymnastics class. (NASTICS!)
Weâ€™ll be going back next round. Because Destroy is a big fan. Search seems like he could take it or leave it. (The ever adorable Coach Teresa deemed Search â€œa good listenerâ€ and Destroy â€œvery enthusiastic.” Yeah, I can read between the lines too.) But where else could Destroy hurl himself off raised beams and yell, â€œMommy! Iâ€™m up high!â€
Oh right. At home. Continue reading