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,” aka baby Mark (or the future sumo wrestler, as some dumb lady would say…). Mark has a lot of energy, more than Feng and I combined, 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 sometimes 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.
So so cute 😀 You can take a break too
Yes, that too!
Love the pic of his little feet coming closer on the swing! I said it before, but each time I see pics of him, he seems to have grown so much!
He does grow fast… it’s not just you!
Mark is a smart kid. I always loved the swings most of all too.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have that kind of energy… imagine the things I could do!
I know! And without coffee too!
Love his hair!!
I think he has my hair… and I have to cut it regularly or it gets too long!
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?
Mark is very cute! But he is not a baby anymore, he is a little boy.
You are right… he is outgrowing the baby stage 🙂