You know we love the park. Eating wood chips, swinging, lying in the grass.
But never before have we braved the playground itself. This was the first time that I was (semi) confidant that the boys wouldn't fall accidentally off the side of something, and luckily there weren't any other kids to get in our way or accidentally push someone down.
My boys get accidently knocked over by bigger kids A LOT, because they really want to be around other kids, and they can walk and hold their own. But they're so small that three and four year olds don't even see them!
Micah was loving the playground, and after he realized how panicked I was about them falling, he would walk to the edge of something, yell "MAMA!" and then slowly pick up his foot and leeeeean forward, so I would have to run and catch him.
Grey, on the other hand, was very solemn and careful. He wouldn't walk upright, but would crawl and crouch, being careful not to get too near the edges.
They are too cute for words.
Click to vote? I noticed my number in the ranking spiked when Grey was in the hospital.
Must have been all those sympathy votes...
or else you guys just love some good drama.