Monday at the park

OK almost every night after supper we dash out the door and head to the park. I pull Elisabeth in the wagon (gee I love that wagon, glad Santa brought that!) Sometimes KC rides too but most times he runs most of the way with his big bro Robbie. There are numerous stone walls on the walk that call out to him. Two of them are built with those interlocking stones and he has learned that though they are tall he can find foot and hand holds and climb up to the top of them himself. He is very proud of this. As someone who always wanted to learn technical climbing I applaud his efforts!

Usually there are lots of kids to play with and a cadre of "regulars" that have become park buds with us. Last night, there were none. As in zero. No soccer game in progress. No kids period. My kids were depressed! They like playing with me but they like playing with others too and who could blame them.

So it wasn't the most exciting of park nights but we did have a blast right at the end when they decided it was time to pick flowers to bring home to mom. Wild roses bloom around the edge of the field so I picked those, careful of the thorns. Lissa went for the giant purple clovers, and KC found the buttercups calling to him. Rob chose asters and a tiny blooming flower that I think were bluets. All together it made a spectacular bouquet and she was duly impressed.