In Full Swing

Spring is here...actually, summer is just around the corner. And with all the awesome activities that come with warmer weather, just imagine the one thing that Hubby and I chose to do. Kayak? Noooo. Biking? Nope. Hiking? No Way!...give up? We have traded in our beach going attire and aquatic lifestyle for....are you ready for this (because it's exciting) Swings! Yes, swings. Actually, swing-nonplural. Just one. One baby sized swing. Who knew this could be so thrilling to us? Forget the wind in your hair out in the water....try the adorable windblown hair of a 3 month old in a baby swing! Yes, that's right. Life has definitely changed, for the better, but still definitely changed. Here is the tale of our Adventure to the Swings of Stoney Glen.

Saturday was a beautiful day....at least it looked like a beautiful day from the comfort of inside our living room. Kevin decided that it would be a perfect day to venture to the playground of a nearby neighborhood. Since Olivia has swung once before and seemed to enjoy it, I thought, "what the heck! Let's Go!" The playground was about 3/4 of a mile away and we both needed some exercise, so Kevin diligently assembled the jogger and I got the baby into her car seat (which doesn't really go in the jogger, but we sort of jury-rigged it to fit in there) Kevin yells to me that he's ready, and without thinking, I say "Me too!" So off to the swings we go. Upon opening the garage door, I realize our first mistake. It is about 85-90 degrees out.....hmmm. Oh well. As we start walking, Kevin starts complaining that his feet hurt. When I look down, I notice he is wearing brand new sandals, which happen to be slides, a shoe type that Kevin has never owned before. So we walk slower, which makes the walk longer..and seemingly hotter. At this point, I am worried about Olivia. "We forgot sunscreen!" I say. Therefore, the rest of the walk is spent jogging between tree shadows and resting inside of them. As we keep walking, I grow very thirsty. At this point, I realize that in our infinite wisdom, we also forgot to pack water. grrrrrrr!!! At last! The swingset is in sight! But to my dismay, the opening to the playground is actually past the playground, which means we are taunted by the playground for the next 5 minutes. (Hey! 5 minutes in this sun feels like an eternity!!) Finally, we arrive at the ever elusive playground. We are hot, without sunscreen, without water, and without burpcloths. The wind picks up, which feels good but also is now responsible for blowing twigs and crap all in Olivia's jogger. I look down. She has a branch on her face... We pick her up, and place her in the babyswing, which thankfully is in the shade! Pheww. As she swings back and forth and back and forth...and back and forth, she smiles. Then she laughs. We decide it's picture time! And video time! She is adorable. She is precious. She is ours. And the entire trip is at this point, worth it. (We won't talk about the trek home and how we had to pull the jogger rather than push it, so we could keep the sun off of Olivia's delicate skin)