Cohen and I spent some time at the park yesterday, enjoying the nice weather. Seriously, it was 70 degrees with a nice breeze. 2 days before Thanksgiving and 6 weeks before Christmas. Perfect weather.
I always know when it's time to get the boy out of the house. You can see it in his eyes that he's restless. He literally looks around the house for things to break; for no-nos to touch.
So we went to the park, and the boy found perfect bliss. Look at that face. Love.
We spent the biggest chunk of our time in the swing. Partly because the boy loves the swing; partly because when he's allowed to walk around the playground, he typically makes a bee-line to the Chik-fil-a lunches and diaper bags of other playground goers.
A good time was had by all. It was hard to leave, but when the minivan-load of kids poured onto the playground, we knew our time was up. So we made our 45 minute trek to the car (seriously, 45 minutes to walk the couple hundred yards to the parking lot. That's what happens when you let the baby walk), said "bye bye" to all who would pay us attention, and headed home.
linking up with Paper Mama for Wordless(ish) Wednesday.