We're Going to the Park

Sunday, Daddy and I took you on what we hope will be the first of many trips to Hasbrouck Playground. Apparently you prefer to push the swings from the ground rather than sit in the seat and swing. We tried to put you in the seat and you cried, so we put you back on terra firma and you took off running.

You tried to crash the picnic that somebody was having, you wanted to steal the basketball from the kids playing at the basketball court, and you picked up every little piece of paper garbage and presented it to me as a gift. While I love your sentiment, and was grateful for the gifts, I must say...yech!

It was a busy weekend for you. I took you to the hospital to see Poppy twice - Saturday and Sunday. You were such a good boy both days! Poppy's roommate had been discharged on Friday, so he had the big double room to himself. With a barrier set up at the door, you had free reign of the bed controls, the TV controls, the empty bed's nightstand, the window shades - pretty much everything you could get your hands on, you played with.

Also on Saturday, I took you to get your second haircut. Well, almost a haricut. Dianna was able to cut the front of your hair and the two sides around your ears, but we were all afraid that someone was going to call Child Protective services so we stopped there. An outsider would have thought I was beating you instead of holding you on my lap to have your hair cut! Goodness gracious! So I'll have to cut the back of your hair at some point soon because mullets aren't allowed in our family at this time and you've got the beginnings of a mullet going on!

We're still working on that hitting. You stopped it for a while and now it's slowly creeping back into your repertoire of actions. Swiper, not hitting!