Now that Blake has mastered walking, our playground trips are a lot different.
There's lots of running away from Mommy
and picking up sticks in order to poke them through holes.
Sometimes if we're feeling brave, a trip down the slide will happen a few times. But absolutely no swinging on the swings. Blake in a swing=unhappy baby.
Of course there's lots of picking things up and putting them in the mouth (Blake, not me).
And the occasional bear stops by to play.
It's also becoming a tradition for Blake to get waaaaaaaaaaaay to close to an edge or try to man some stairs on his own.
And it wouldn't be a day at the playground if we didn't chase some pigeons. I'm just waiting for one to poop on Blake. Or for Blake to poop on one of the pigeons. Just kidding.
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Blake is such a cutie.
I love park time with Blake! And I always wonder what would happen should he ever catch a pigeon...
I have caught myself saying that same thing! I know that once he starts walking it will all be over though!
Guilty of the first quote and activity. It's always nice to be in good company.
can't wait to go play with him at the playground!!!
As fun as it is to play with a toddler on the playground, I sometimes find myself wistfully wishing to have the days back when I could just sit on a park bench and hold my baby...and chat with the other moms. :) I loved this post. Blake is turning from an adorable baby into an adorable big boy!
I Love You Whit!! You totally make my day when I read your blog! I just laugh and smile the whole time! Blake is quite the handsome little man! Miss ya!
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