Yesterday, we decided that today would be the day.
We packed a picnic basket full, loaded a backpack up with essentials (you know, a baseball glove, a tennis ball, a plastic bat, and some Ninjago stuff), and I used my feet as transportation while the boys rode their bikes furiously around the corner to a new-to-us park.
We had an interloper.
Todd Helton the Cat followed us there. He had some scouting to do.
Holden decided to be Robin to THTC’s Batman and help him catch a bird.
THTC was not impressed. And birds are fast.
He decided he’d better go it alone for a while.
And they decided to keep all of their ham and cheese bits for themselves.
By the way, I think that the boys are seriously channeling Nixon.
Holden had spent his very own money earlier today on a coveted can of Silly String.
There’s a whole lot of silly, but not a lot of string, in those cans.
It petered out pretty quickly.
And off they went in a different direction: new park equipment.
He showed off a pretty good kip.
And he teased me with daring acrobatics.
I swear he needs to wear a stinkin’ helmet until stinkin’ August. I’ve never been such a helicopter mom as I am at this moment in life; Sweet Aunt Petunia but this is stressful.
You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.
.Winnie the Pooh.
Other parks in the new ‘hood? We’re coming your way next. And possibly with our cat.