Before heading south, we made a few more trips to that playground I mentioned. As long as we don't get lost, it's a fine part of town. And, believe me, we won't get lost again.
Funny thing is it's this beautiful playground, new and well-kept, with another playground for older kids and basketball courts adjacent to it, and we're usually the only ones there. Strange. Maybe there aren't many more kids around there than there are in our neighborhood (which is, like, four, two of whom live under our roof).
Andrew thinks his personal playground is spectacular.
He climbs and slides and runs up and down the ramp. And up and down the ramp. And up and down the ramp.
I sit in a sunny spot on a bench just perfect for nursing John Fletcher.
When John Fletcher's done, he kicks and squirms in the stroller seat, while I play with my favorite toy. Thankfully, my subject doesn't seem to mind. :)
The Mister and I are making a life for our family just outside Washington, DC. He spends his days (and many nights and weekends) working at a law firm in the city. I spend mine caring for our greatest blessings. This is the journal of our lives.