Edgemont Park

We went to Edgemont Park on Memorial Day - it was great weather and at about 5pm, there were no other people at the park. That seemed odd for a holiday with nice weather. After about 20 minutes a couple came with their pit bull - why on earth would someone come to a park where there are children and bring a pit bull? I don't like dogs as it is, but that seemed quite dumb to bring a dangerous breed to a park.

Oh well, here's Emeree licking her zipper . . . Here's another "stink face" shot . . . Ethan didn't really like the park at all. He whined and cried almost the whole time we were there. He loved the park last summer. And now that he's old enough to play on some of the toys without me holding his hand the whole time, he doesn't want to.

We tried the slide. No crying, but he looked concerned the whole time.He sobbed when we tried to put him in the children's bucket swing, so we tried putting him on a regular swing with Michael and he finally smiled for about 30 seconds. Emeree, on the other hand, loved the swing. We thought that if she was happy in it, that would help Ethan to try it . . . nope.

He did a little better when we turned Emeree to face him and pushed them both. No crying, and we got a couple smiles out of him.But, his highlight of the park was when I gave him a stick to let him hit the tree. He's an odd child. Last week, Emeree started lifting her belly off the floor and supported herself on her knees and hands. She's getting a step closer to crawling. She actually moves backwards - kind of a scooting more than anything else, but she's moving.

I gave Ethan a chocolate popsicle. When he was done, it looked like he had a mustache and a goatee . . .