I would use the term, “Indian Summer,” but not knowing the origin of the word and being to lazy to Wikipedia it, I am assuming it is something no longer appropriate for use. It was October, it was eighty degrees. It was lovely, and I engineered some forced family fun at the playground, bribing the husband with the promise of General Tao’s tofu and a West Wing DVD afterward. Here are the exploits:
The park we were at. Amazing, isn't it?
It is taking every bit of restraint Rex-Goliath has to not play with those toys, which were not ours
Rex-Goliath learns to do the zip-line thingy
Daddy gives a demonstration
Mama and Baby Bee
Fun on the swings
Rex-Goliath on an adventure
Totally superfluous picture, but it turned out so good! Hey everybody, look at my cute kid!
Can we have Chinese food yet?
–Mrs. Wonderful
