Another Path to Happiness

As it prepared for the 2002 Olympics, Salt Lake City built a number of delightful little nooks around the city. One, above, was a play area in Liberty Park. There are rings intended to evoke the Olympic rings, there are fountains spraying water in four different ways (giant streams, a cool mist, gauntlets of sprinkles through the hoops...), there are castles and swings and little play crab shacks and tiny tunnels, and, and, and.

Iain - after making it crystal clear that watching state championship girls' tennis was a bore - enjoyed the playground this morning. The best part was undoubtedly running barefoot through the water.

Happiness.

New Truck

Happiness.

It's a Mystery

Whoooo could have been in the trash? Whooo could it have been?

Chat During Quiet Time

Iain, talking to himself:

Which treasure island are you going to?

We're going to the big one where all the treasure is.

It's behind the street.

And behind this big yellow thing.

Hmmm...I think this is one of those moments when Charles says, "That's your kid."

Give it a minute.

Beautiful. Check 3:55, when he does the routine backward.

Saturday Morning

UP, up, up this morning so we could race over to Liberty Park for a run/walk on behalf of the Cornelia de Lange Foundation.

We took a lap around the park (and were lapped by my students, running along at three times our pace), then played in the smaller playground. Finally, Grandma suggested a snack at Tulie.

Cafe au lait? Blueberry muffin? Steamed milk with vanilla for The Pasha? Yes, please.

Nightmares

No nap.

Epic fit at 530.

By 550, asleep at the foot of the Big Bed.

2am, here I come!!

Gah.