swing, swang, swung

So, we found a park! One of the other moms in the neighborhood recommended it to me. It's seven blocks away, and only two of those blocks are through shady territory. Although, I've found that pushing a baby stroller makes even the sketchiest individuals behave nicely- this morning, I passed a woman screaming out the f-word, "F_ck! F_ck!F_ck!" (I think she was out of booze. It was ten a.m.). But the moment she saw me, she said, "excuse me for cussing in front of the baby". I was all, "no worries, who knows if he even speaks english at this point" and then not 10 seconds later, she was screaming it again. But the point is, she actually stopped to apologize to me. Babies make everybody nicer.

So here's the park, it's pretty cool. They have alot of stuff that we can't use yet, but it's fun to watch the other kids and imagine a time when the baby won't need to be carted everywhere like a bag of groceries. I saw children walking! Feeding themselves! Peeing in the trees! (ok, that was just one kid, I guess he was only semi-potty trained. But still! No diaper change!)

I thought I would meet some other moms there, but instead all the kids were with their nannies. Who seem totally cool and friendly. When I told JC this, he said, "Mmmm, nannies", just like Homer Simpson, and I had to break it to him that not all nannies are from Sweden and look like Tiger Woods' wife. Anyhoo. They have a baby swing there, which is our main attraction, and the baby seems to dig it:

We'll be going back there soon.

On another note, JC and I didn't check the weather reports this afternoon and decided to take the baby and dog on a nice leisurely stroll through Tornadoville. Thank goodness I had packed the rain cover for the stroller, because this is how we returned:

Yeah, we're not so smart. Let's hope it skips a generation.