A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
Our grandsons brought their mother to see us the week of Thanksgiving.
They arrived on Monday evening. Tuesday, we drove to see their great-grandfather. It was quite an adventure.
The boys are now three and a half and eighteen months old. And they are boys – in constant motion. Opa had some fire trucks and a monster truck to add to the collection of toys Mom packed for them. They still needed room to run so we went to the neighborhood park tucked away behind all the houses.
There was no path to it so we traipsed through the grass. It was well worth the effort. The park had a marsh theme with structures, unlike any park we visited. There was a dragonfly whose wings made a seesaw.
Theo was unsure, however, about the lily pads connecting the parts of the playground. Maybe next year.
Back at Grandma and Pawpaw’s, we visited another park designed for people of all ages and abilities.
It is completely fenced in with double gates so we were comfortable letting the boys loose to run.
Alex also enjoyed the train. Theo just liked running around. We had such a wonderful time.
I am very thankful for parks!