We went to Woodmont Park this afternoon. It was warm and breezy, and oh, just so lovely.
William immediately took off for the slides.
I plunked Andrew down on our picnic blanket with some toys, and he just had a good old time.
William did make an occasional reappearance:
Andrew played a little peekaboo, too.
And a serious picture (I like to think of this one as being titled "Playing is Very Serious Work"):
Today reminded me of another early spring afternoon, a long time ago in a galaxy far far away (okay, in California). Anyone want to join me in a waltz down Memory Lane to a time when Baby William played happily on the same picnic blanket?