tree kisser

This morning little e and I walked to the park. On the way he stopped to kiss three trees. When we got to the park, he picked up a random discarded bottle top and quickly charged toward the garbage can to throw it away. He's going to make a good little environmentalist.

His big thing now is kicking a ball back and forth across the soccer field into the goals. Sounds easy but let's see you try it when your legs are about an arm's length. And these aren't little mamby-pamby kiddy soccer fields, they're big-people soccer fields with big-people goals.

After that we headed over to the playground where we played on pretty much every piece of equipment it had to offer. With lots and lots of time spent on the slide in particular. Just as we were getting ready to leave, we met a little German boy named Leopold and his mom. (Note: Leaving the park is easier done when the boy rides in his stroller -- getting him to stop all the fun to walk home is another soccer ball of wax.) E didn't know what to think of this Leopold kid -- or "ol' ball stealer" as we like to call him -- but after a few thousand times down the slide and the ball exchanging hands, they were fast friends.

Fast forward to more than TWO HOURS LATER.

Only one tree got a kiss on our way home.