Chuck had been begging to go to the park, and my attempt to convince her to settle for playing in our backyard and being eaten by mosquitoes wasn’t working, so we went. I love our neighborhood park partly because we almost always have it to ourselves. We brought Chuck’s bike and the balance bike for Winnie to try for the first time. She wouldn’t sit on it, but she did walk it between her legs for a while going, “vroom, vroom,” to the point that she had spit coming out of her lips. I got bored long before she got bored. James was working with Charlotte on learning how to ride a bike. They made it three-quarters of the way around the track before I saw James cutting through the field back to Winnie and I who were now on the swings. He had given up, and Charlotte was walking the bike around the rest of the track on her own. When we were all on the swings, I set up my camera on the ground, propped it up with some wood chips, set the timer, and hauled myself into a swing. Cheesy, I know, but it had to be done. The girls spent some time spinning around, and we got the biggest kick out of watching Winnie try to walk after getting dizzy (Winnie seemed to be enjoying it too). We finished the night with monkey bars, climbing, and slides, and in the end I was glad we had gotten out of the house.
All Mountains and Molehills 