Owen and I usually spend trips to the playground like this:
Stuck in a stroller and mad, mad, mad. We have a bet on how many times we'll hear the phrase "sit here and entertain each other" during our first years of life.
This week, I am happy to say, we made it out of the stroller and into the baby swings! I wasn't sure what to do with the newfound freedom, so I tried to eat the swing.
Then I realized it didn't taste good and it was more fun to just sit back and enjoy. Yeah, swings!
1 comment:
At last Mommy realized what that face meant. "Put me on the swing."
Have a ball baby boy.
Love you,
GGma
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