The day was far too temperate for us to squander it inside. Well, not all of it anyway. So this morning we managed to head out to the park and commandeer the playground for our own purposes, which consisted, on the main, of swinging.
We have been engaged in a lot of "play date tag" with our neighbors Carrie and Rebecca, who have a daughter named Ruby who is exactly the same age as the girls, to the day. And was born in the same hospital. Small block. Ruby seems to be on a different nap schedule, though, so while we have the best intentions about us getting together, it just hasn't happened quite yet. Today, though, we gave them a call, and lo and behold they were just about to set out for Powderhorn as well. Hooray serendipity!
It was a fun and mostly uneventful trip. I dropped the ball at one point while Lily was sliding down the slide. The thing ends in a 2 foot drop to the sand below, and she has slid off it previously and whacked her head - really hard - because she leaned back as she slid off. Fearful of her losing any more brain cells due to head injury, I was careful to watch her and make sure she didn't lean back. Of course, on her 4th time down she leaned way forward and face planted right into the sand. It was actually funny, since she didn't seem to mind much and was rather curious about why this stuff in her mouth was making her head vibrate when she bit down. She's always loved sand.
Day two hundred and fifty four
Sisters perched atop the slide.
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