A Day At The Park

Where the Sidewalk Ends
from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go
to the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
for the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
the place where the sidewalk ends.

Today, Asher and myself decided it was about time we take our first trip to the park down the street. Earlier last week I had put Asher in his bouncer, it's the kind that hangs from a door frame, and I began to push him in it like a swing. Although his legs were still hitting the ground he laughed and laughed. I knew it was time to hit the park and show him what a real swing was made of.

**DISCLAIMER** Asher is not normally dressed so, um, terribly. I promise. It was my first time having to find him "play clothes". disregard the stained up shirt and mismatched pants :)

THE SWINGS

 

 

FLYING

You may notice things other then legs hanging out of the swing. Turns out the swing is a little large for a 6 month old. So we improvised and packed random things from our diaper bag inside the seat with Asher.

Swinging is, for obvious reasons, VERY FUNNY!

 Swinging, as you can imagine, took a lot out of us, so we decided to take a little break and chew on a toy.

Break time was over, now to conquer the SLIDE!  

DUN DUN DUUUNNNNN!!!......

 READY SET GO!!!

Hmm, maybe not as enthused as we thought we would be. But nonetheless, the slide was conquered!

For the first time ever, Asher is introduced to sand. He would squish his feet into it and wiggle them all around. He loved how it felt

Despite trying to eat the sand multiple times, Asher learned it still fun to play with it even if it can't go in his mouth.

Our day at the park had come to end. The clouds were rolling in and the wind had really started picking up. It was time to go home. I strapped Asher into his stroller and started walking back to the house. The whole way home he was smiling and babbeling BABA MAMAMAMA EEEEEEEE AHHAHHH. I think he was telling his toys about his fun day at the park.

But wait! The fun didn't stop there! What else could we have possibly done you ask? Well, we realized just how dirty sand is and we had to get clean. And just for fun.....

Hide under the coffee table :)