Neighborhood park

The key to happiness for our house is the ability for Luke to get his wiggles out. This morning after breakfast and clean up we headed for a walk to the neighborhood park.

 We love the playground. It was so nice to get out and enjoy the fresh air.

 When did my little baby start looking like a big boy? Holy cow.

 Luke is cautiously adventurous. He likes trying new things as long and mom is close to coach him through it. I made it all the way to the top and then looked down. That was it. He wanted mom to get him down.

 Sand....like dirt is a boys' best friend.

 Seriously, he's too big. Stop it. Stop getting so big.

 He decided that it was okay to climb to the top of the playground even though mom didn't. Someone has to take pictures, right?

 This is what I get from him if I wasn't ready to take his hand to slide down the slide. Patience is a virtue not easily acquired.

 Yay for slides! It's so great to have him big enough to climb the stairs and get on the slide by himself. But really, that's big enough....stop growing up.

 Yelling with excitement because he decided he could do the slides without help from mom. No more hand holding, I just had to catch him at the bottom.

 Then came the big slide. The would climb to the top, look for my face to make sure I was there, then yell OK! Go! and shoot himself down.

 We also did lots of running on the grass. We looked at plants and I showed him the leaves on the ground. I tried to explain to him that the trees had "dropped" them. So he picked them up and took them to the nearest tree and said, "Here go!" Such a helper.

I could follow this cutie anywhere. Around the park. To school. On his mission...wait....probably not....I think there's rules for that.