Monday, August 9, 2010

Summer

What is it about going out to the local school playground in the evening after dinner to play, that just screams summer? We allowed Samuel to take a nap today, had a somewhat early dinner, and since we were freed from our criminally early bedtime, headed across the street to the school with Samuel's bike and soccer ball.Still trying to convince Samuel that he can pump.Whenever Shira sees a swing, she points frantically, lets out a high pitched scream, and bounces up and down in your arms until you take her to it and swing her. She doesn't care whether it's a baby swing or not. All she knows is, if there's a swing, she better get a piece of it.Basketball with a soccer ball. They're all purpose. Mountains of wood chips must be ascended.
And who is this big kid?

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