48 Weeks Old

We trekked all the way out to Brooklyn on Saturday to meet some friends for a picnic and babypalooza in Prospect Park. Graham continued his old love affair with the grass and began a new one as well...

Apparently we need to invest in a soccer ball. Ob. Sessed.

Sunday we spent at the park much closer to home, on our very own block to be specific. Graham was elated to experience his first whirl on the tire swing, and then promptly got a bloody nose upon dismount when he pushed the tire gleefully away and it came back to bop him in the face. Oops!

Once the tears subsided and the blood was mopped from his poor little face (so much blood, ugh it was awful) he went straight back to work examining every inch of the park and play structure.

Clearly I was much more traumatized than he.

 

MOMMMMM!! WHEN CAN WE GO BACK ON THE TIRE SWING?!?!