Can You Hear What I Hear?

I hear it! A garbage truck, where is it? The sound is faint, but I know it's a garbage truck. Oh, I hope it passes by us here at the park, please, please, truck, I so want to see you.

Listen closely Mum, there it is again. It's definitely a garbage truck, I'm sure of it.

I think it may be getting closer, listen.

I will not give up hope and I will not stop listening, I love the sounds of the local garbage truck.

Making Music at the Park

The park isn't only for jumping, swinging, sliding, and climbing, you can also make music. Mum calls this being well-rounded. She must have learned this at that Liberal Arts college she attended.

Slides

I'm pretty much completely independent when it comes to slides these days-BRAG!

I love it!

Strike a pose!

Swings

"High, high, high!"

"I am pushing high Rion!"

"No, HIGH, HIGH, HIGH!" (whine, whine , whine)

I'm officially a big boy now, Mommy let me on the tire swing for the first time solo. I hold on real well, I think she's starting to trust my tire swing abilities, finally!

She even stepped back from the tire to take this photo, "high!"

My First Fair

So many sounds, so many colors, such a beautiful day, I'm in awe. Where shall I begin?

So Many THings to Ride, So Little Time to Ride Them All

Green ones, red ones, yellow ones too, a sea of tractors, how very cool!

Take a good look, it's a momentus occassion, my very first pony ride! Of course, I wanted "more, more, more," but apparently Chico needed a break, so I only got one ride.

Feeding the Goats at the Fair