Mary Jane and Betsy: Playing with the Swing

Mary Jane loves the tree swing.  She loves to ride in it so she can look at all the "crazy" cars, helicopters, and airplanes that go by (do recall we live adjacent to an airport).  But even more than that, she enjoys pushing others in the swing.  Sometimes it is just one of her dolls: either Hope or the one she has named "Baby."  In some instances like here, she pushes Betsy Jo on the swing.  She originally became jealous when she would see her sister on the swing (hey, it's my turn) but eventually she became much more accepting of the situation.

Betsy loves being in the swing and we really just need to remind Mary Jane to watch out so she won't get kicked in the head!  Gotta be tough in this family.

Sunday in the Park

Mary Jane and Betsy went to Airport Park this morning with some other pint-sized friends of theirs.  Nothing like playing on the swing.  OK, maybe eating lots of strawberries too.

Saturday in the Park... I Think It Was Airport Park...

Mommy and Daddy took their precious Mary Jane over to the Airport Park this afternoon. MJ was quite complacent as she smiled, cooed, and slept for a quaint 90 minutes. The occasional airplanes took off nearby (as they still do) and the avid soccer players ran about on the synthetic turf next to us.

After a long wait, we got our chance at using the swing. Nothing quite throws a person back to their past more than a swing. Alas, Daddy's legs are too long for actual long-arc swinging but at least he looked comfortable enough for this picture here.

Unfortunately for Mary Jane, she was awakened around 2am when Chip and Cherry Bugg decided to fight under her crib. Mister John was quite unhappy at this zoning mis-regulation (no fighting in the nursery, everyone knows that) and Cherry Bugg was summarily put in her outdoor cage. Chip was locked up but the surprised MJ was inconsolable for another 45 minutes. Poor little girl.

She'll be smiling for the cameras tomorrow as well.

Sisters Snuggle Under the Swing

This weekend Root Beer Float and Ruby Jane escaped from their normal Sunday activities of hopping, thumping, and sprinting to flop under the swing in the back corner of the yard. There they snuggled cheek-to-cheek and rested there for at least 30 minutes. Occasionally Phillip hopped by to guard the two but they were safe under the large wooden swing. Nearby the occasional fallen orange may startle them but that does not faze them. In fact, RBF can chomp down an orange in a remarkable time.

In a related note, Mister John is thinking about having another large carrot eating contest between Root Beer Float and Ruby Jane. While it is a "boat race" in the sense that RBF will clearly out-eat her dear sister, Guinness does want to check the time in which she can eat the giant carrot. My rabbit, a potential Guinness Book of World Records holder.