Swing Bean

The swingset is finally done. It was mostly completed last week, but there were a few screws missing (story of my life), so we had to wait for them to be delivered before we could hang the last swing and do the finishing touches. Sophie loves it. She runs to the back door hollering like a madman (madgirl? madkid?) because she wants to go outside and SWING!

Of course, since we've had it up, its been hotter than the surface of the sun (not hyperbole), and on those rare days when it's not, the humidity is 99.9% (also not hyperbole), so it feels like a sauna. Which means that playing outside has not been as frequent as she might think optimal. Sorry, kid, mama can't take the heat. Autumn can not get here soon enough.















You can see where she is in this photo, yes? That's right, playing with the scrappy old boat sandbox we inherited from the neighbors that is currently moored on what I affectionately refer to as the "rock garden." That's the gravel that was under the deck for the above ground pool we removed LAST YEAR. Notice the black liner poking out, that's for ambiance.















Stay classy, Baltimore.