Late Monday evening we decided to get out of the house and show Tyce the park that Lincoln and I have been favoring recently. It's only a few blocks from our apartment, so when Lincoln gets the wiggles, this is where head. There are always rogue bark pieces floating around at home afterwards, and my hair looks like it made out with a balloon for the rest of the day, but it's worth it.
I'm pretty sure we impressed Tyce with our little park find. Who knew finding a hidden park would give me such pride? But there I was, so excited that I'm high-fiving Lincoln as we slide down yet another red plastic bumpy slide. The parks are where it's at when you have a one year old!