Jack and I spent the morning at a new park in Birmingham. It was really nice, but when your 18mth old prefers to play with 7 year olds - things can get dangerous. Jack did enjoy running into the misting Old Mill area of the playground. Perfect place to cool off!
Taking a break on a rock chair. What you don't see in this picture are his two new bff's - Dillon (8) and Jack (6). My Jack thought he could hang with the big boys...and they were more than willing to welcome him into their posse.
I managed to catch a picture of Jack's one minute spent in the sandbox. Listen, if it doesn't involve running, climbing, or rolling - he's not that interested.
A shot of the "baby" side of the playground. Guess who refused to play on this side? Jack. He about scared the living daylights out of me when he attempted to go down a "big kid" slide by himself, got stuck, and then tried to stand up on the slide. I had a vision of a ER visit and quickly sprang into action. Pregnant Mom to the rescue!
What happens when Jack naps for 2 . 5 hours and Mommy naps for 1 . 5 hours? We look like this...
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