The park. That's our destination most of the weekends. If there is nothing else to do, and even on the days when there are other things to do, we go to the park. As long as it is not raining, that's where we are. Because as far as my little girl is concerned, the park is the best thing in the world.
There are the swings, which she loved but now refuses to go in. There are the roundabouts, which she walks in, and as soon as you spin it, walks out again. There are the little scooters and bikes that belong to other kids, but are irresistible to a tiny little toddler monkey.
Then there are the slides, that are just about the most wonderful thing our little girl could dream of.
The slides - she could go on the slides again and again and again, for hours on end. Up and down. Up and down. Again and again. And the bigger the better. As a mummy I am always worried she might fall off, but she, she couldn't care less when she feels the wind in her hair and the sinking feeling in her tummy. She runs up to it, swings and tries to get some speed and off and down she goes, as fast as she can (and scaredy-cat mummy lets her).
We had a lovely day in the park. The sun was shining, the air was fresh, the playground was filled with shrieks of joy and excitement, and our little girl was ecstatic. Running around, climbing up, sliding down, smiling. Can't get any better than that.
How was your weekend?