The other night the kids were BEGGING me to take them to a park after we dropped Geof. off at the airport. I knew of no parks near the airport, so I drove around somewhat aimlessly (at least I was headed north, right?) keeping my eyes open. We finally found a little dingy one by some baseball fields. However, I've never seen my kids have more fun. They LOVED IT!
I can't believe how big (and unafraid) Junie's getting. She's just like the other two. Is that a good thing?