The Long Walk Home

Our sweet weekend ritual of getting bagels and then going to the playground with the little bean can sometimes end in tears. Toddlers are tricky, she may cry because she wants to swing forever, she may cry because she is hungry or she may cry because she wants to be carried. This Saturday she wanted to sit on the sidewalk along the promenade and touch all the different bugs and rocks on the ground (if Zelda controlled the universe our weekends would be spent drinking milk, looking at bugs and rolling around in anything dirty). Her dad and I wanted to get home but the bean wouldn't be carried, wouldn't be put in her stroller and wouldn't walk. So Peter decided she needed to be swung between his legs. He did the the whole way home. It kept her pretty happy and I think swinging gave her dad a nice arm workout.