Parks, Parks, Parks

Hobbes loves to go to the nearby parks. We try to go at least once a week if not more. I'm positive that if we didn't have a lock high up on our door, that Hobbes couldn't reach, that he would be out the door and on his way to the park everytime Mom turned her back on him. He is becoming so independent and likes to do things all by himself. He doesn't like help with ladders anymore. But he still needs help with the swings even though he says "no, no, no" when Brendan or I stand behind him or put our hand on his back. It's so fun to watch him as he interacts with other children at the park. He likes to look at them and then run away and pretend they are chasing him even if they aren't. He just laughs and gets a kick out of it.