Last week I was able to take Grayson to the park. My sister came and picked us up because I have been without a car for a handful of months now, after it blew up or something. (I don't know anything about cars, clearly.) My sister has two handsome twin boys (19 months) and a beautiful baby girl, (4 months). It was so nice getting out of the house and into some fresh air for an afternoon. Last summer Grayson wasn't big enough to actually play at the park, so this was technically his first time. He loved it. We were there for about 3 hours straight, and we played so hard I thought I was going to fall over. He started walking about a month ago, and is practically a full time walker now, so he was independent the whole time. My arms are thankful for that!
Grayson hated the baby swing. Whenever I put him in he would just freeze up and look at the ground, and once I started swinging him he would start crying and reach for me. What he did love was the slide though. He did so good he would slide down all by himself. Although he is my first baby, he just seems so advanced to me for an 11 month old. How blessed am I?
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