This child still wants to be in the toddler swing. I'm beginning to wonder if he'll get himself stuck one of these days.
Griffy is showing off his pirate hat (thanks Amy!) and the blanket that he is pretty sure Grandma Nonna intended for him.
I'm not saying I don't love 9am church, but around 4pm I feel like I am going to lose my mind if we don't get out of the house. The biggest challenge of winter is just deciding that the time spent bundling up is worth the adventure. So today we put in a good twenty minutes and set off into the wintery, white tundra. By some miracle Steve actually came home from a visit as we were setting off.
After a short walk Steve headed home with a sick Griffy and Jack and I continued to the park. I'm pretty sure it was in keeping with the Sabbath day considering the way I felt on the way home. I love my pirating at the park with Jack. I even impressed myself with my increased pirate vocabulary. I hope that someday when I'm nagging him and driving him absolutely crazy he'll be able to listen and love me because of the fun times we share.
We came home a little more prepared for another evening indoors.