Friday in the Park with George

**To explain the blog post title: When I was pregnant with Mia, we asked my father what he thought he'd like to be called. Slightly irreverently, he said that the baby would call him whatever she wanted so he'll start with "George." It stuck until Mia decided that Poppie was better! So he was right, but from time to time I still lovingly refer to him as "George." (His name is actually Tom.)**

There is a slight, dare I say "fallish," chill in the air. Finding myself off with the children, and my parents off too...we headed to have a picnic at our favorite park. It was so fun for me to watch Poppie & Grammie play with my children. It reminded me how lucky I am to have them (and Mimi who was with us!) so close!

~Poppa and Benji slide!~

~How is it possible that both my children are big enough for the tire swing?~

The best part about this particular park (in my humble opinion), is if you cross a little bridge across a river, there is a natural playground. No swings, slides or climbing apparatus! Just grass, trees, rocks and sticks! When I was a kid, I loved this part the most...I think my kids do too!

~Mia practices her balance by going from rock to rock.~

~The fun of poking the river with sticks!~

I'm trying to soak up every minute of this precious time before the school year officially starts. Mia will start her second year of preschool on tuesday! Where does the time go?