Yesterday being another gorgeous spring day, I took the cranky, teething Bella for our usual morning walk to the park. So much more in bloom now than even on Friday: forsythia in full golden glory, magnolias glorious in white and pink, daffodils, tulips, hyacinth, dandelions even. The windows have been open the past few nights and the songbirds are coming back.
Inspiration struck as I passed the playground where we seldom stop. I pulled Bella out of the stroller and plopped her in the swing, unsure whether she’d howl or love it. Love it she did. Not quite full giggles, but definite smiles as I pushed her. She swung for a good ten minutes before I pulled her out. Her first swing ride: success. Sadly, I forgot to bring the camera so no pictures.
We continued on to a nice grassy spot overlooking the harbor where I let her down to roam around at will. She played with the grass a bit and then found a nice long stick which she kept trying to suck on. I tried to show her how to hit stuff with it instead and so she walked along the park bench, banging on it with her stick, occasionally squatting down to draw in the dirt with the stick and then trying once again to shove the end of the stick down her throat.
Then we had to head home for lunch. And the rest of the afternoon and evening she was quite cranky, except for our quick trip to the grocery store. The poor thing has another bottom tooth coming in and it looks like the top two won’t be far behind.