super slider.

Like I said before, P is loving the playground these days. He has recently mastered the slide. And to be quite honest, it makes me extremely nervous. But nervously proud. My little booger is growing up.

He walks up the 4 steps to the platform. Sits on his bottom, but only because his mama reminds him to. (Otherwise, he will slide down on his belly. Or backwards.) Then he scoots right down the slide, rather fast and with no fear whatsoever. Then he runs back around to the steps and repeats the process. At least 50 times. He gets a tad bit dizzy after about round three. But he just keeps on truckin'. Like sliding is his job.




Leaving the playground is bittersweet. He is so exhausted from his fifty cycles of stair-climbing and sliding, yet he wants to give it one more go. There's always tomorrow, little man.


Oh my goodness, I love this age. He is so full of energy and is discovering new things everyday. He keeps me on my toes. I am having a blast!