Hooked on a Swinging

Like bookends

The old playground is like Boobaby crack. We keep going back for a fix, and the high is never quite as good as we remembered it.

In our new house for less than two weeks and we’ve visited the old ‘hood five times. Once we saw a few people we know. The other times, our playground was either deserted (c’mon, people, you can play on swings in light hail!) or filled with people we barely recognize. Familiar territory still, but unfamiliar faces.

Buddy attack

Until last week, that is, when due to a couple of flukes, Boobaby and her best buddy Buddy Boy were both free during the day! To play! And lunch! And, as you can see, simply revel in one another’s company.