It's NOT a Pail

The weather's been warmer lately, so we've ventured back to the local parks.

Joy is very protective of her bucket (don't make the egregious mistake of calling it a "pail"--Joy insists that is just what Papa and the policeman stand in in Dr. Seuss's ABC book).

Daniel doesn't mind--he has plenty of fun in the baby swings.

Joy has definitely moved on to the big kid swings. I tried to teach her to pump her legs the other day, but she wasn't interested.

You see some interesting wildlife at the parks here. Like this parrot . . .

. . . or this dude giving a free concert so people will buy his CD of Beatles-inspired children songs. The tunes were catchy and the kids seemed to dig it, but I'm not sure I'd want to listen to it all day.

Of course, when he hits it big, I'm gonna regret not buying a first edition. Oh well.