Backs in a Moment

We partied at the park the other day. I don't know why we don't go more often. Once we're there, it's such a fun time.
I'm not allowed to post pictures of Baby A that identify him, so I thought I'd do an "all-backs" post, preserving our moment at the park.

Baby A loves to ride the zebra. See how his hair has grown back? His mom had me shave his head a few months ago, and this is the little hairball now. I'd like to cut it again, but Mom vetoed me. Sigh.

He's a little timid. In fact, a lot timid. He makes me understand the genetic makeup of my rowdy fearless boys better. Here's an example:

He climbed to the top of the ladder, looked down the slide, then turned around in fear, and came back down the ladder. My boys would never do that. See the example of Hyrum below:

Hyrum spent the morning running up the ladder and throwing himself down the tallest spiral slide, laughing as he fell to the ground, then running up the ladder again!

Hyrum and the Lions' Den. Doesn't have quite the same ring as Daniel, does it?

Micah's morning was spent performing death-defying acts. First, on the spinning barrel (see Hyrum wanting a turn?) . . .
. . . then on the balance beam.

All in all, a dirty, fun, injury-free and tear-free, happy time.

Epiphany #14--Parks were created to not for playing kids but to make motherhood easier.
Remember that, you doughhead mom!