Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Down at the Creek With My Dad

There's a little trail by our house, in the middle of the Washington, DC suburbs, that we like to take K. on because you feel like you've left urban life completely.  

It winds its way down to a little creek, where K.'s dad has recently discovered the joy of standing with his son in ankle-deep water and skipping stones (or, in K.'s case, lifting 1- and 2-pound rocks over his head and letting them drop with a huge splash nearby).  

Over the weekend, when I went to the ballet with my MIL and SIL, K. and his dad did their "creek thing".  

They came back sopping wet, and K.'s tennis shoes are still a little damp, but it was well worth it.  K. stood in the creek about 45 minutes, according to his dad, and when it was time to go shouted, "More, more!"  

Looks like we've found another great way to spend time with a 1-year-old.  

Now, if only we can count on the weather to stay warm for at least a few more weeks!

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