In our house, the park is synonymous with "pure joy."
Seriously, look at that baby smile.
Taking pictures of a swinging baby that are in focus is hard to do, but I did my best.
Because these boys have "swinging faces" that melt hearts.
Admission: I get bored of the park very quickly, and my boys don't get all the park time that they deserve.
And why do I get bored? When they're in the swings they laugh, smile, reach, and shout and are wonderful.
When they're in the grass they gaze contemplatively at the mountains, examine the grass and woodchips, crawl around and try to talk to other kids as they run by.
It should be happy mom paradise, right? Happy kids = happy mom.
Hmm. Not always, apparently.
Micah is wearing seersucker pants and our favorite sweater. When we dressed him, Travis shouted "Oh my gosh! Look at how cute he looks! So this is why people spend money on baby clothes."
Look at that beautiful boy. I want to sneak into his room and kiss him while he naps, because he's so blasted cute.
They were watching a little boy run around them, shouting pretend words and sometimes "CAT!"
It was very interesting.
Baby jeans. Love.
Baby genes. Love.
Okay. Good pun, Becky.
This bw above is one of my favorite pictures of the day. They're both absorbed by their own thoughts, and their own toys.
Baby hands. My fav.
This boy has the most kissable cheeks. They are soft and pink.
But sometimes they are also sticky.
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