His Booth

BabyCam's latest addiction is the park. It can be any park big or small, and especially when it is lively with other kids that he can mimic and chase after. At home we take him to our community tot-lot that is just around the block in front of the lake. While at my mom's house, he gets so excited he can't get his shoes on fast enough for daddy to walk him around the corner to play at her neighborhood park. This is the same park that I spent mostly all of my summer days as child swimming in the no-lifeguard-on-duty, no-parental-supervision-required, just young park staff-who-don't-really-care-what-you-do wading-pool with the neighborhood kids. Ah, those were the days.

Anyhow, it was only last week that we discovered the grand-daddy of playgrounds that has become BabyCam's new hot spot to enjoy the best hour of his day. It's about a mile from my mom's house but still involves a short drive, so we can't really make it part of our daily routine. With steep slides and lots of ramps, one of his favorite spots is a little picnic booth tucked underneath the toddler-oriented jungle gym. The other day he picnicked on a ham & cheese sandwich with daddy (who can just barely fit inside). On this day we wanted to eat our lunch inside the booth, but it was constantly occupied so we found a big table and basked in another beautiful 75 degree day with our al fresco lunch. What's funny is that whether its one, two kids or even an entire family seated in the booth, Cam will find a way to squeeze his way in and join them (uninvited). Yet everyone welcomes "the baby" (as he is so often referred to at the park by kids and parents alike, "careful of the baby!" or "the baby was there first!") while he sits face-to-face, deeply gazing with his almond-shaped brown eyes at his new friends as if to say,

"This is my booth...you're just in it."

a portion of the grand-daddy of tot-lots

I think the kids are playing cards and he's telling them to, "hit me!" 

I really don't know...