The sun was shining this morning, so we headed to the playground.
The kids had the best time (except when Deedee fell in the wood-chips: emergency!). Ivy learned how to go down the slide all by herself, a skill that Oliver is still working on. Oliver overcame his recently-developed phobia of the swing, and Ben walked all the way to the park and back without crying about how tired he was, not even once. A hugely successful park trip. I’m loving me some summertime.
Ivy cashed out on the way home, and three and a half hours later is STILL sleeping. Thinking about waking her up soon, but that just feels so wrong, so I probably won’t.
Her cheeks just kill me in that picture.