High Flying Princess at the Park

We have family Fridays at our elementary school, the one time a week where we can walk the children in to their classroom.  But this Friday we left Maya behind and Collin and I participated in See You at the Pole - which was a quick 10 minute prayer session for our school, city and country.  So when I got back home, Maya was ready for some one-on-one time.  After making about 20 spin art designs while running through one set of paint, we headed to a nearby park.

Maya - who at points throughout the morning requested to be referred to as Belle or Cinderella - my camera and me.  I took an obscene amount of photos of our happy, silly girl in between tickle attacks, swings, climbing and slides - 

Showing off her strong muscles used to climb the caterpillar structure -

Just climbing the wooden tower in her Belle dress, typical Friday -

Natural smiles on the slide -

Jungle gym climbing -

Playing peek-a-boo in a tunnel -

Superman swinging -

And jumping -

Posing before the jump -

Sometimes serious, sometimes silly -

 

Watching a baby -

Climbing up for her last slide -  

Head full of sweaty curls -

Final leap off the slide -

Oh my Maya, you are just as happy as can be - and I love spending Friday morning with you -

Labor Day weekend 2016

Though Labor Day weekend was a celebration at not working, we were busy:  

Working as a little chef at the Children's Museum restaurant on Friday morning - 

 

Sometimes we worked at our pouty faces when we didn't get our way climbing the structure that was for five-year-old-or-older children -

We worked on our ninja moves, jumping off the rocks into the pool Friday afternoon, with the special treat of having our best friend ride the bus to our home - 

We worked on looking big in Daddy clothes with our best friend after swimming -

We worked on our Aggie cheering in our last family of four picture for the weekend before Daddy headed to the airport to meet up with Uncle Alex in Indy -

Working on our pouty manipulation again when our milk is poured in the "wrong" cup -

We worked on packing for Grammy and Brownie's Saturday afternoon - stuffed animals, fighting men and lollipops -

The kids once again worked as chefs, building their own pizza - beginning with rolling out the dough - at a local pizza shop with my best friend and her family -

We worked as engineers, trying to fit three squirmy kids on the slippery orca float -

We worked on our tennis skills with driveway ping pong tennis with Brownie (a game my brother and I once played in the same location) -

We worked on driveway chalk art depicting the day's activities -

We worked on cooling off with ice water buckets on our heads -

We worked on reading EVERY book in Grammy and Brownie's extensive library -

We worked on asking for "one more book" to delay bedtime that much longer -

We worked as a pancake batter maker -

We worked on our dance moves in the office of my parents' home -

We worked on climbing skills during a drizzly morning in the park -

We worked as dog catcher, following the dog, Spot, all over the park -

We worked on spotting turtles and herons along the creek -

We worked on burning energy while cooling off in the splash park -  

We worked on finding the balance of splashing but not getting blasted in the face -

We worked on covering the spout of the sprinklers -

And we worked on a dog rescue, taking Spot "the Houdini dog" according to his collar, back to his home across a busy road from the park -

We were hard at work creating wonderful memories of a fun weekend!