Tire Swings and Picnics June 20, 2008
He saw the tire swing. Life will never be the same.
The highlight of the first week of summer for me revolved around a tire swing at one of our local parks. Wilson and I decided to take a walk to enjoy the gorgeous weather we have been given this past week. We mosied all over the neighborhood and eventually made our way to Green Park. This park was given its name because the jungle gym, swings and other play equipment is all a dark green color (I am pretty sure Wilson is the only kid who calls it Green Park – it does have a real name, I just don’t know what it is.) We don’t often get to visit Green Park as it is a little farther from our house than our regular Choo-Choo Park.
On this particular day, Wilson noticed children playing with a tire swing. They were having a great time and the second the children left the tire swing, my boy decided that he wanted to try it too. I lifted him up on the tire and he decided there and then that he never wanted to get down. The only way to convince him to get off the tire and head home was to promise him that we would come back – that night as soon as Tom got home from work.
Wilson and I decided that we would have a picnic dinner at the park and he could show Tom the tire swing. We headed to the grocery store and bought rotisserie chicken with a few sides and came home and packed our basket (laundry basket that is – we are not fancy at our house). Tom got home and the three of us headed to the park together. We ate dinner on a few huge beach towels and then played on the tire swing for about half an hour. It was so much fun and so special for Wilson. He loved his picnic dinner and now requests every meal to be eaten on a beach towel at Green Park.