Trailhead Park is the perfect place to swing. My parents try to convince me that hiking or sliding can also be fun, but I don’t buy it. And you can be sure that I make my preference known. As soon as we get out of the car, I point to the swings and I request “Swing! Swing!” (and most times I get what I want). Sometimes my parents decide to take me for a hike simply because they planned it before we had left. In these circumstances, I have to keep looking back while pointing to the swings and repeating “Swing! Swing!”. The further away we get from the swings the worse my mood gets. Today was one of those days when my nagging broke my parents desire to hike and they got back to the park to let me swing. As you can notice from the pictures below, I even graduated from the babies’ swing to the big kids’ swing.
You may think that swinging is not an activity that can strengthen your fine-motor skills. However, my parents found a way to help me practice my fine-motor skills while I am swinging. Do you know the bark that covers the ground in some play yards? Well, my parents hold some wooden sticks in front of me while I am swinging. I find these sticks so interesting that I usually decide to investigate them. The pictures below show a sequence of events where mommy holds the stick that I snitch to study later.
The fate of the stick after I snitch it is not that certain. Most of them end up being thrown away, but some are too interesting, so I must observe them carefully, talk to them or even taste them. The pictures below show me practicing with other sticks or just being cute while swinging.
I got used to daddy giving me a bike ride at around 7pm, but today he surprised me by changing the routine and taking me to the park. Swinging was a lot of fun, I think I will do this more often from now on. I also spent some time studying the grass and some leaves. Because I enjoyed swinging so much, I got a second round before going home. This time I tried to get in touch (literally) with the boy swinging in the neighboring swing.
After too many cold and/or rainy weekends, the good weather finally hit Richland. Daddy planned a hike on the Badger Mountain trail for early afternoon, right after my morning nap. We drove to the Badger Mountain trailhead at 1PM, then we started going up the mountain. The hill was still green and I saw a lot of wild flowers. Mommy was worried that I would get burned by the sun (I did not go outside too many times), so daddy held a blanket to protect me from direct sunlight. Mommy was also worried about the wind, so I got a hat on my head very early in the hike. We did not get on top of the mountain because it was getting late and my parents thought I would get too hungry and too tired. When we got back at the trailhead, I got to swing again.