Yesterday, before settling in to watch the Nutcracker, while it was still light, we visited our friends at Rusty Cock Ridge, where we found fun ways to flip hair.
We found a new way to fly.
We tried some rock and roll.
After the Nutcracker, we all visited the stage to take pictures with our favorite member of the cast. There are many ways to be the tallest one. Dancers like to pointe that out.
The dance of the two veils?
Rumor has it that days will be growing longer now, so we can fit more in while the sun shines.
Something a boy always wanted.
I am sure this is something every boy needs. His sister said she bought it for him since she no longer lives at home to hear it.
Perhaps there is something over there for a little dog?
Dad bought exactly the thing daughter admired in the store. Clever Dad. Mom found down slippers and an electronic gizmo for the girl.
Shadow does not understand the fascination with cameras at all.
My girl turns the camera on herself.
Then she shoots her mother. I need a little less flash on my hair.
Saturday morning, the vertical playground opened. The first step was to dress for the occasion with an orange hat and a safety harness.
This is the whole tower. My little one is somewhere amid the tires.
There is his smiling face, working his way through the tires.
That bar he is leaning on is actually a swing, suspended from each end, but able to move around when he tries to mount it. If only he were tall enough, he could just reach up and grab the cargo net.
It takes pictures at night too.
Early in the morning.
Before it opens to traffic.
If the Mead you want is the high school, it is in the other direction.
