It feels a little silly to drive to a park, especially considering that there are eleven different parks within a one mile radius of our house, but Dream Park is kinda special. So we drove out to Monona earlier this week to climb some towers and dragon sculptures, to play the chimes, and to make ourselves sick on the tire swing. I think a good time was had by all.
This one fell asleep in the car on the way home, as has become her habit now that occasionally boycotting naps has also become her habit. We took advantage by parking in the shade, leaving the car doors open and sneaking in a little yard work. Fifteen minutes of toddler free gardening: it’s funny the things that feel like luxuries now.