Fynnie thinks Gramma Judy is pretty smart.
Our girls are young and relatively inexperienced in the pleasures of the park. They've been to playgrounds, something that our desert community has in abundance. But a place like Boston Common? Not going to be found in the HD.
Boston Common has a merry-go-round. Madelyn and Dadelyn went around and around. Daddy gets dizzy and queasy on spinny rides, but making this memory with his daughter was worth it.
Gramma and Grampy have been to Boston Common before, and knew all the best places to go. Grampy isn't able to walk much, so he parked himself under various trees throughout the day. Apparently the frog pond we walked next to is often open for splashing. We're guessing the recent (non-flooding!) storms made it too dirty; no kids or dogs were allowed to splash around that day.
Fynnie and I did not get the memo about the day's color scheme.
Remember how much Mad loves frogs and ducks? Despite our attempts to encourage Fynnie's love for elephants, she is all about the fwogs, too.
See a frog, be a frog!
See a fish, be a fish!
See a turtle... ah, c'mon Mama!
I love this photo for the look in her eyes. And for the fact that her hair isn't a crazy mess.
If Madelyn could sum up her greatest disappointment about our trip, it's that we only went to Boston Common once.
Did you ever read Make Way for Ducklings? This is that place. That is the island.
Gramma made sure to give the girls their own copy of the book when we returned to the hotel that night. I attempted to read it over the exhausted screaming, but we only got so far.
"Yes, Mama made me quack like a duck while she took my picture."
"She made Fynnie do it, too, bahaha!"
"I yike to quack like a duck! Cack cack cack!"
"Somebody, put me out of my misery!"
"I put you out mizzy! Cack cack cack!"