It relentlessly drizzled and drizzled all day yesterday, to the point that I was beginning to wonder if we'd ever get a chance to leave the house. I had begun negotiations with myself to determine if talking Espen as far as the mailbox would count as going outside. Then, as we were having dinner, I looked out of the window and saw mostly clear, blue skies and some sunshine, and knew it was now or never.
Nick was going to get a hair cut, so we had him drop us off at Spanish Fork's latest triumph, the ever-popular North Park. Which, PS, is worthy of its own Know Your Fork post at some point in the future, especially seeing as I couldn't find a single decent online photo or reference to it.
It was after six by the time we got there, and seeing as the weather really hasn't been all that great, the park was almost empty. So Espen and I walked the trail around the park. It was getting a bit cold and windy (Spanish Fork is almost always windy because we're right at the mouth of a canyon), but we were fine. In fact, Espen was delighted whenever the wind blew straight in his face. Funny kid.
After we'd done all of the walking the park had to offer, we headed over to the swings for Espen's first ever solo-ride. I was pretty sure that he was either going to love it or hate it, and nothing in between. Well, you decide:
I love sharing new experiences with this little man! He is just so happy and interested and excited about the world that introducing him to anything (except strained peas - and who could blame him?) is just a delight. Espen smiled and smiled and laughed and squealed his way through his first swing experience, and then protested loudly when I decided it was too cold to stay out any longer. He soon cheered up when he realized we were off on another walk over to meet his Daddy and his freshly cut hair. Or maybe the freshly cut hair was Mama's favourite?