Morning Outing

I have discovered that if I am not proactive with organizing our day the day runs away with less than productive activities.  The morning is especially susceptible to this phenomenon.  This morning we drove down the street to a neighborhood with a toddler-sized playground.  First we went for a walk, and then the children went up in a swing.  It was James' first time.

The Swing

by Robert Louis Stevenson

How do you like to go up in a swing,

Up in the air so blue?

Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing

Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,

Till I can see so wide,

River and trees and cattle and all

Over the countryside--

Till I look down on the garden green,

Down on the roofs so brown--

Up in the air I go flying again,

Up in the air and down!