Yesterday was the kind of perfect March day that makes all my east coast friends - who are still under snow in many areas - groan with disgust. Low seventies, blue skies, very gentle breeze. A day that just defied you not to be outside. The kids and I have been a little housebound this week, so we got ourselves moving, got ourselves dressed, and headed to the park.
On the way there, we discussed such important topics as iCarly, what it means to write a bad check, jail (and juvenile hall), Corvettes, The Fray, and current trends in fashion. I would have been content with the day even if it had ended there, I so love riding and chatting with the kids.
But an afternoon of fun was waiting at the park:
There was swinging
Hey look, cousins!
And more swinging.
And important meetings in the sand.
And oh yes, even more swinging.
And last, but absolutely not least, a much looked up to and admired older cousin..
to help her make a gigantic, larger than life, T for Tegan in the sand.
And the day was complete.
(Today's post was brought to you by the letter T and the number 3.)