Our yard isn't playset ready...

...but that doesn't mean Brigid doesn't deserve a swing, at the very least!

Steve installed a toddler swing under our deck, and Brigid was kind of a fan, but only to a certain point. 

If Steve pushed her at just the right height?  Oh, the giggles!  

If Steve pushed her too high? Sad face.  And whimpering. 

If Steve allowed her to slow down too much?  Loss of interest almost immediately. 

She's very picky, that child, and we seem to cater to it.  I hope we're not setting ourselves up for a lifetime of unreasonable demands, because right now?  I don't see us telling her no anytime soon.  Especially not when there are giggles involved.  We're not made of stone, you know...