Park Evening

There is a long narrow park half a block from our house. There is no slide, there is only a skeleton of a jungle gym, and there is a surprising lack of people there at any given time. What this park does have is plenty of shade, the greenest of grass, and a giant swing. The kind that you can get going really high on, even if you're in the baby seat.

So today when Z-cakes had tired of going outside and back inside over and over and over...or was it that I was tired of the constant swinging and slamming of the front door? I forget. Ahem. I declared that we were "having dinner at the park!" I speedily threw together a PB+J sandwich for her and shoved a spoonful of PB+chocolate chips into my mouth. "Okay! I get my purple Crocs!" sang Z-cakes, and we were out the door.

We had the place completely to ourselves. We both did a little swinging. Then a little eating. And then a little more swinging.

My "essentials" consisted of my knitting and my camera. I had spent a portion of the morning sewing, dreaming of sun-dresses for both Z-cakes and myself. I had renewed my resolve to learn to sew more clothing. But then, halfway through the day I remembered this adorable baby sweater I'm knitting up for a friend (I hope she likes purple!) and all thoughts of sewing were floating out the window. After a quick browse through Ravelry, I had dozens of new projects hearted and was making plans to knit Christmas presents for every person in my life. Sigh. Let's just say, my crafting urges are a bit fickle. One minute I'm scheming ways to save money for a serger so that I can make all of my dreams come true, and the next minute it's yarn. Yarn! YARN!! All I've ever wanted is yarn! Don't worry about saving money for a house N8tr0n, let's sit down and think of ways that I can get more yarn!

And while I was musing on my swinging interests, this little girl was swinging too. In fact, she was learning the essential childhood craft of swinging on her belly. All by herself.