Lincoln Park

Angel has declared Mondays to be sandwiches in the park day. We figured it would be fun to take Lincoln to play on the toys and swing on the swings. We were right about the playing on the toys part. It turns out that the only park around us with swings is the closest park to us (which is good), but is also on the corner of two busy streets (which is bad), and is also built on top of a pioneer cemetery (which is creepy). We didn't go there. We went somewhere else.

It was fine though because Lincoln likes slides...

and making a break for it...

and rock climbing (gotta start 'em young)...

and smiling...

and throwing things up the slide (you can't see it so, use your imagination)...

and his beautiful mom...

and giving shout outs...

and chillin with his dawgs (and by "his dawgs" I mean "some random dog at the park")...

but he doesn't like it when the dog doesn't try to catch his frisbee throw (in the dogs defense it didn't exactly stay in the air very long)...