Saturday, November 17, 2012

Park It

These days, the park is where it's at. 

It's hanging,

And climbing,




And sliding,

Until we're all tired and ready for a nap.

And until I can find a way to wrap her in bubble wrap, I will continue to waffle between wanting to be right behind her in case she falls and wanting to let her explore on her own.

No comments:

Post a Comment