If we weren't already in love with our neighborhood enough, turns out this park is a ten-minute walk from our house. Rolling hills, a new playground, tennis courts -- it has EVERYTHING. After about an hour and a half, Grace will leave with a feeble protest; any briefer visit will bring a full-on atomic meltdown. All good things must come to an end, but try explaining that to a hungry, tired almost-three-year-old. (29 days!)
Look at her hair go!
She's pretty fearless on this wall. Still working on the vertical one.
She looks like a model for this playground equipment, no?
The way Grace walks assures me she has no self esteem issues yet.
"I'll take my snack at the picnic table, Mumsie."