Before summer really hit, we spent a lot of time at the park. Glen Lake loves the swings and the slides, but with the turn of Spring and the arrival of, well, weeds in the grass, her favourite part of the park quickly became flower picking.
After getting lots of practice during many trips to the park, Glen Lake was delighted to visit an old friend at an Ambassador’s Residence with the biggest garden she has seen. She was happily picking tiny flowers as she usually does, when she made a beeline for the daffodils at the bottom of the huge expanse of grass. We chased her, but she was going so fast that it was the slope of the lawn that eventually stopped her as she tumbled down. She said she REALLY wanted a yellow one, and our friend generously said she could have just one.
Glen Lake still makes us laugh daily. Back when our trips to the park were more frequent and Glen Lake woke up asking to go, we were driving and Glen Lake said to me “I no go park Mummy. I’m tired. I just go home.” To which I said “really?” and she said “Nooooooo! I’m kidding.”
We have had scorching temperatures of late, although sometimes Glen Lake wakes up and says (in our air-conditioned home, with a fan airing her room) “ohhh, not too hot Mummy! I go to the Rio maybe. Go to the park and see the ducks, maybe, even …”
For now our park days are limited … but the pool has been an excellent substitute.
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- Mummy’s shoes!
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- Flower picking at the park
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- For a while Glen Lake preferred the baby swing at the park, unashamedly saying that “it’s easier”
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- Story time feet
