Unleashing the Dragon

12
SPONSORED LINKS END OF SPONSORED LINKS

Once upon a time, in my teens, parks were the place where you could: 1) hide when you skipped a class (not me, obviously) 2) smoke a cigarette discreetly (not me, obviously) 3) smoke illegal substances somewhat discreetly (still not me, bien sûr) 4) kiss and maybe more or maybe not with your boyfriend (not me either, come on!).

Now, parks are where I unleash the “dragon”, as known as baby Mark (or the future sumo wrestler, as some dumb lady would say…). Mark has a lot of energy, more than Feng and I together, and keeping him busy is a real challenge.

He crawls everywhere. And by everywhere, I mean including under the chairs where he will inevitably get stuck (no worries, he will let you know loudly when he can’t find his way out).

Since the weather is nice (when it doesn’t suddenly pour) I often take him to the park. At least, he can crawl on fresh grass and I sometime even have the chance to send an email or two with my BlackBerry (the deal is off if Mark spots the phone in my hand—he will do whatever it takes to grab it).

Mark likes the swing. He enjoys looking around him (bonus if there are dogs or other kids around). He observes the grass as if it was some kind of funky edible carpet. He tries to pick up flowers.

I took this set of pictures this week, at the end of the day. Somewhat the light and the fact that Mark didn’t mind the camera highlighted some kind of precious childhood innocence, I find.

You can see the complete Mark set on Flickr.

In The Swing

In The Swing

In The Swing

In The Swing

In The Swing

In The Swing

Checking The Grass

Checking The Grass

Mark at the Park

Mark at the Park

Foot On The Grass

Foot On The Grass

Photobombing Mommy

Photobombing Mommy

Hey, I'm Here!

Hey, I’m Here!

Analyzing

Analyzing

Observing

Observing

Checking The Stroller's Brakes

Checking The Stroller’s Brakes

Climbing On Me

Climbing On Me

Standing Up

Standing Up

Moving Towards Me...

Crawling to Me…

Moving Towards Me...

Crawling to Me…

Crawling to Me

Crawling to Me

Gotcha!

Gotcha!

Mom's Shadowing Me

Mom’s Shadowing Me

Mark, Don't Eat The Flower!

Mark, Don’t Eat The Flower!

The Park at Sunset

The Park at Sunset

Share.

About Author

French woman in English Canada. World citizen, new mom, traveler, translator, writer and photographer. Looking for comrades to start a new revolution.

12 Comments

  1. I love to go to the park with my boys too. I “unleash” them and let them do whatever they want… that is until another parent decides to interfere into the kids playtime, and that’s usually when something goes wrong. (What’s wrong with those parents? I mean, the park is where you DON’T have to monitor every single one of they movements!) 🙄

    • Oh tell me about it… I got the “dirty eye” from a mother the other day because I was writing emails on my BlackBerry while Mark was crawling around. I do keep an eye on him but I put him on the soccer field, he can be five meters away from me for once!! Gee, I’m not going to tie him to the stroller, am I! He just crawls, stops, turns around, go back, etc. What am I supposed to do? Hold his hand?

Leave A Reply