Park and Ride

The weather in Texas is beautiful in the fall--have I ever mentioned that? Not trying to brag or anything. but short sleeves + flip-flops in November = a little slice of heaven.

After lunch I spent thirty minutes or so ironing a stack of Randy's shirts, and then Sawyer and I walked out to get the mail. It was then that I realized we had been shut up in the house all day and I had no idea what an absolutely gorgeous afternoon we were missing. We came back inside and got the football and threw it around for twenty minutes or so, and then I decided that we should just head to the park until time to pick the kids up from school.

I don't know what got into Sawyer's head but for the first time in I couldn't tell you when, rather than acting all goofy when I pulled out the camera, he actually initiated a pose without my wheedling cajoling asking him to look my way. The result is a batch of photos that depict a five-year-old having the time of his life!

Rather than going to our usual park, we decided to pay a visit to a park that is a little closer to the church building (and consequently to the school). I say "we" decided but I suppose I really mean "I" decided since I was the one holding the car keys. Almost immediately upon arriving I regretted my decision to choose this park because it was clearly designed for little tykes. And after seeing the size of the playground equipment, I am just a little sad that Sawyer clearly doesn't qualify as a "little tyke" anymore. Everything was short and squat so I totally give Sawyer props for not complaining a single time--I think he was simply so happy to have escaped the confines of our stuffy house that he didn't care that he'd outgrown the equipment!