—Mark Twain
I don't think I can emphasize how much my little boy loves to be outside. When he was just a newborn (and before we gave in to pacifiers) going outside was a quick fix if he was being fussy.
We can be at the park for hours, and when we come home, he wants to go into the backyard.
His newest thing he likes to do is ride on his wagon. By ride, I mean ride part-way, get out while the wagon is still moving, and pull it himself.
We walk around our horseshoe-shaped neighborhood and pick up interesting treasures. Ollie loves to pick up persimmons. He calls them balls. He will pick one up and throw it over and over again. I have not been patient enough past fifteen minutes to see how long he could keep up this activity, but I am guessing it is longer than fifteen minutes.
Sometimes he will take dance breaks. I will sing my version of songs (misheard lyrics and off key) and try to take videos. This is the best video I could get.
Ollie loves to dance... well he loves to spin in circles, but that's about how close this family gets to dancing.
Today, Ollie made it about ten feet before he got out of the wagon in our alley. He walked it for a little bit, put the handle down carefully, and then ran back twenty feet so he could pick up something neither me nor Aaron could see. After several rounds of this, we discovered it was sand. He would pick up a grain of sand and run it twenty feet to put it in his wagon and then run back to get more.
I suggested we move the wagon closer as I felt it would be more efficient. He did take a couple of breaks from this important task to pose next to a instagram-able fence.
And then it happened. It got to be Ollie's bedtime, so I did the unthinkable and moved Ollie's wagon back to the house. Ollie valliantly tried to stop the travesty, but alas, both he and the wagon were tucked into their respective beds.
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