Frog park...

I've written before about the "Frog Park," and one feature I've neglected to mention is this awesome rock structure that's perfect for Gavin and other dare devils to climb. Incidentally, seeing a 4-year-old climbing this, no matter how dexterous he may be, tends to scare any and all onlookers and the fear increases exponentially with the age of the onlooker. This may or may not have been the same day that Gavin convinced me to climb up there, too. It didn't look so bad from the bottom, but I felt uneasy standing up on top and pretty darn unsure of how to get back down once I was there. I had thoughts of asking strangers at the park to help me--and what were they going to do, really?--but in the end it was Gavin who coached me down the rock nearly step for step. (Bro, does this remind you of a certain trip to Utah when I got stuck on the rock and you came up to save me?)

Here are Gage's strong arms. How cute is that? The whole time I was stuck on top of the rock he was just hanging out down below--totally clueless--and later he asked me if I would help him climb it, too. Uhh, no thanks.

Both of the boys are pretty good about keeping their hats on, which I'm thankful for, and we've nearly lost Gavin's "Life is Good" hat so many times. Can you see here how weathered and wonderful it is?