Holding true to his American Indian name, Squatting Sampa Sui... and yes, he put it in his mouth.
It's a duck, no a horse... A HORK!
Our little Polish Immigrant swingy swingy...Woog loves to be outside...and his father and I really could benefit from movement beyond chair to fridge, back to chair, reeeeeeeeach for the remote (use that pillow to whiff it over here). We picked up a sub sandwich (what, you thought food wasn't going to be involved?) and drove over to the Liberty Park for a sunny, smiley afternoon.
Kovi loved the swings...the breeze in his mullet, the tummy tummy tummy feeling. And fun for us too... I even managed to wedge my White Whale rumpus into one- I heard an audible groan from the framework above. "Moby," it death-rattled, "seek stronger metal..."
Meanwhile, we tried sending Woog down one of the smaller slides, but he's still too small and ended up looking much like a sailor sans sea legs. So, we tried the bouncy horse-duck hybrid thingy. Eh... not much interest there either.
A walk...yes! We plopped him into his Vroom Vroom (one of the only successfully purchased AND played with toys that we have gotten him) and took off for the seemingly elder-worthy/benign path around the park. Woog cocked his little arm out of the window and steered one-handed with the other, occasionally honking at the traffic. His car has a pint-sized cup holder, so he'd take libation from his new cup (it has a real straw and is SO EXCITING) while we trudged uphill like Sisyphus- only our rock was a 22lb kid sitting in a Little Tykes Push Car. In fact, the whole path was uphill... what kind of physics are represented here? Here and there, Woog would fain boredom and try to bail out of the moving (albeit slowly) vehicle... testing Big Daddy's reaction time and my bladder strength. We made it though. And the end result was achieved, we had a sleepy AND smiley baby to tote back home.
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