Swing Addicts

Mary got a new swing set for her second birthday in April (Thank you Grandma, Grandpa, Damian, and Sarah). She can stay on the swing for hours on end. In fact, every time we go to the park, she needs to spend at least one or two hours on "her" swing. This makes taking turns a little difficult. Noah just eats it up too. He's such a fan of whatever Mary's doing, and Mary loves to push him as well.

I started telling Mary that the swings at the park down the street are all wet from the sprinklers when we go for our walks in the morning so I don't have to stop and push her forever. Sometimes I tell her that Daddy will push her when he comes home, just so I can escape standing in the hot sun. I can't wait until she can pump her legs on her own. That takes like only a year or two, right?

Mary wanted me to include the poem she wrote while swinging yesterday. She is becoming quite the poet, but really, it isn't too surprising since she's of course as advanced as they come:)

Swing Affair
by: Mary Nadauld

I love you Swing, I love you Swing.
When Mommy pushes me--I sing and sing!
You make me soar; you make me giggle.
And sometimes you even tickle my middle.
I'll visit you each day that I can,
At the park, in my yard, in the grass or the sand.
And when it's time to say goodbye--
I'll cry and cry and I'll cry and I'll cry!