What to do when the zoo is overpacked and you can't find a parking space... and you've promised your insistent 2-year-old a fun day? Try the Washington Park playground.
Kyle coming down the blue slide... and loving it.
Post playground / Portland Brewing Company lunch exhaustion!
Meet the next gold medalist balance beam walker. Kyle loved this balance beam and even walked backwards once.
"Hmm. There seem to be many, many rambunctious little people at this playground. I think I will sit back and scope out who will be the best to play with."
Although this seemed like a small child torture device, Kyle enjoyed what we could only describe to him as the "rubbery rampy thing."
"Ha. Ha. Ha. Sandboxes are the bane of my mama's existence. Sand is her nemesis and yet I have her so wrapped around my finger that she let me play in here. What a pushover."
This captures the perfect joy of "row row's."
"So Dad. Let's strategize what playground equipment we should attack first. Slide? Swing? Row row? Sandbox? The world is our oyster, dude."
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