Posts Tagged ‘playground’

outdoorsy pics

We’ve had a few nice days recently (although yesterday was still cold!), so I’ve gotten a few photos of the kids outside, running and playing and generally being wholesome.

Wesley, wearing Batman cape, Spiderman shoes, and Star Wars shirt (he is everyone’s target market):

Mary in her princess crown–they have basically been wearing the crown and cape since Halloween (not always on the same kid–sometimes they trade):

Yesterday, we went to the park. Wesley got very brave on the climbing things:

And, for that matter, so did Mary.

Mary is looking very adult.

Her ears got cold.

Wesley asked me to come through and play.

He wandered around, looking at squirrels.

Mary was sad when it was almost time to leave.

She shouted, “Wesley! There are monsters! RUN!”

playground pics

Last Saturday was a gorgeous day–perfect weather. So off to the park we went.

 

Wesley tried out the rocking animals.

 

Mary loves these. I’m not sure why, to be honest.

 

Hamming.

 

swing and smirk!

He adores swings.

Especially when Conor’s there, because he pushes them faster.

Mary loves them too.

The boys.

 

Mary collected some stones to throw into the pond.

 

Wesley insisted he saw a sea turtle.

 

And DID see a caterpillar.

Conor and kids. Aww.

 

one-way ticket to Big-Kid Land

That would be Mary. She is so grown-up these days. It is….astounding. Wonderful. Sad. Funny.

She’s started calling me Mom (as opposed to Mommy). “Thanks, Mom!” “No, I got it, Mom!” “Hey, Mom? Can you come get me a paper towel?” (not a good sign, that last one). No one told her to do this; it’s like she learned it at secret underground Big Kid School.

Anyway, she is very grown-up. Wesley, as well, is heading for adulthood at breakneck speed, which is dismaying and adorable at once. This morning, Wesley figured out what pretending is. That’s right–he figured it out! Mary was crawling around and barking. I said, “Are you a doggie?” He looked at Mary, then looked at me, then shouted, “Is a doggie!” and began petting Mary’s hair. He laughed hysterically every time he petted her and she barked. So. Cute. Seriously, so cute.

Anyway. The actual purpose of this post is PICTURES!

Check it out: they actually sat together, without pushing, crying, pinching, stealing toys, or otherwise creating mayhem!

Granted, they were watching “The Muppet Show,” but still.

 

Last weekend, we went on a family outing. Linny’s Deli, the park behind our old apartment, Daedalus Books, sushi. What more could we ask for?

Mary, eating potato chips–she was delighted:

Wesley, eating potato chips–he was mistrustful, but he got over it.

Because, you know, he loves food. All kinds of food.

Mary had her first grilled cheese ever. Wesley got a quarter:

By the way, Mom–I told Mary you like to make grilled cheese sandwiches. She expects one when we visit you.

Then we went to the park. Mary hit the ground running.

Gah! Like I said. She’s a big kid.

Nothing scares her now–look at the size of this thing.

Then there’s Wesley: he likes to stay close to the ground. (Actually, that’s not really fair. He is a tentative kid but somehow climbing is usually exempt from his normal Principle of Being Hesitant.)

Since Mary is such a big kid, they can swing together on a swingset with one baby swing and one regular swing!

Or, Conor can swing with Wesley.

Mary pops out of a hole, looking very self-satisfied:

Just to prove I was there, here I am with Wesley. He is snuggling me in this picture and saying, “Oooo hoo hoo,” which is his noise he makes when he cuddles someone or something. It is ridiculously cute.

Conor tried to take a family photo. (Note that we are all sort of in it, if you count his shadow.)

the sun came back

…so we went to the park.

Mary is so big.

Wesley says, “What? It is SO for going up.”

Mary watched some bigger kids.

And she ran around.

Wesley snuggled the dinosaur. [It is not, in case you’re wondering, the least bit soft or snuggly.]

Kids!

Wesley made a friend.

Wesley also explored the world wearing his first big-kid shoes.

We ended our trip with a swing session:

playground pics!

We went to the park the other day and the kids were being SUPER cute. Want evidence?

Well, this one isn’t from the park. But look at his hair!

From garden and kid photos, June!

And his grin!

From garden and kid photos, June!

Okay, playground.

Here is Mary, getting ready to send her soccer ball down the slide:

From garden and kid photos, June!
From garden and kid photos, June!

Wesley hanging out with the dinosaur–the box, visible on the bottom, is his Box of Safety that he likes to bring to the park to sit in. He’s neurotic.

From garden and kid photos, June!

Kids! Both in frame! Not crying!

From garden and kid photos, June!

Wesley was itching to climb the dinosaur.

From garden and kid photos, June!

He did make a little progress.

From garden and kid photos, June!

The requisite photo of Mary on a slide:

From garden and kid photos, June!

cute kids!

From garden and kid photos, June!

Wesley thinking about leaving the dino:

From garden and kid photos, June!

Mary has no objection to running around without me.

From garden and kid photos, June!

Mary–practicing for the day that Grandma Cal finds her a pony:

From garden and kid photos, June!

poor beleaguered dinosaur:

From garden and kid photos, June!

and he’s off! Brave baby.

From garden and kid photos, June!

Swinging together is exponentially more hilarious than swinging alone, they tell me.

From garden and kid photos, June!

Wesley looks exasperated. [And jowly.]

From garden and kid photos, June!

My sweet girl:

From garden and kid photos, June!

Wesley’s bravery expands.

From garden and kid photos, June!

And as a bonus–Mary helping wash the car:

From garden and kid photos, June!