Scenes from a playground

Brigid came down with a bit of a cold this weekend, and even though she seemed to be feeling much better on Monday morning, I decided to cancel our trip to the library for Halloween stories and trick-or-treating because I didn't want to be the mom who brought sniffles and coughs and general ickiness to a roomful of toddlers. I'd rather not be the cause of another parent's sleepless night, if I can help it.

Instead, I took Brigid for a walk around the neighborhood to drop off our RSVP for this weekend's neighborhood Halloween party at the clubhouse, and while we were over there, we decided to hit up the playground for a few minutes. Except that a few minutes stretched out a little longer than I'd planned...







I hadn't been to the playground with B since the spring, because Atlanta summers are too hot for such nonsense as, you know, going outside, but wow...that kid has learned a few things in the last couple of months.

Like how to say 'no home!' when I ask her if she's ready to leave.

But I've learned a few things, too, you know...

Hey Bug, want a Popsicle when we get home?

Done and done...