Time at the park

Quinn and I headed to the park around eleven today after a long morning:) Someone- namely, Quinn- woke up at 6:30 in the morning and our day was off and running. After drawing at the easel, puzzles, building with legos (which he did fantastically, by the way. I've never seen him assemble so many together before. Next year's lego contest is going to be pretty spectacular!) and Robots (the movie) I was ready to get out of doors. We're homebound this weekend because Luke is out of town and I'm too tired to try and facilitate a loaner car for the weekend. Anyway, so after a wee early breakfast of sausage and pancakes (Quinn ate only sausage) and a lunch around 10:30 of pizza, we were off to the park. By the way, this weekend we're running low on diapers and as I said before, without transportation. Wouldn't you know it that Quinn went through 3 already today. Who knew? So we head to the park and on the way I hear cheering and raucous coming from the fields. Ah, pee wee football. With cheerleaders. Sad. My I'm tangential today. What was more tragic than cheerleaders at a game for 12 year olds? The slides at the park were covered with sticky pop and sand. Ick. The bottom of Quinn and my britches are soiled and gross. In an attempt to clear the path, I went down one of them first, but that didn't stop Quinn from landing in another soda puddle. Not his fault, of course, but a bummer. I even took out a half dozen baby wipes from the stroller and tried to wipe it down, but it was going to take more of my wipe supply than I was willing to part with to correct the slide situation. Have I mentioned that Quinn is now climbing with great expertise and additional confidence? He modeled those skills for me last week when we were at Chris and Sheryl's new place. The previous owner left the swing set, which is a great deal for them- and for Quinn when he visits. There's also a pool table that Quinn was completely smitten with; he rolled the balls all about and used the pool sticks too. He even spent some quality time with Chris and myself in their indoor sauna. Funny kid. Their new place has tons of room and so Quinn was having great fun playing in all the empty closets. He loves to hide lately. Whether it's behind the couch or in a closet, underneath the sheets or simply by turning his back to you and facing a corner, he's a master of illusion:) I do love when he covers his face and then reveals his face to say "BOO!" My lead sentence was poor indeed. I've been typing now for 200 odd words and I've not even gotten to Quinn's ride on the horsey toy and his independence doing so. Terrific kid. We had a little bit of a meltdown on the way home because it was time for a nap, but it gave me reason to jog with our running stroller and now I don't feel so bad about not going to the gym today.