Another day at the park

We are living in park central. Live Oak Park is about three blocks east of the house, MLK Park is two blocks over and two blocks down, Ohlone Park is about six blocks away in the other direction, and Cesar Chavez Park is a short drive away. We started taking London to Cesar Chavez just about every day while Ryan was here, and we're still going about every other day.


Witness the natural splendor of the Port-a-Potties!


Go, er, north, young men.


Usually when London does this, he's trying to get his pacifier into your mouth. I clam up until he gets bored and goes on to something else, but Vicki lets him do it. This is one of the few realms in which she has a higher gross-out tolerance level than I do.


For the most part, London wanders around on his own mysterious errands. We always make sure to chase him around every few minutes, just in case he wants more attention, but he usually doesn't. I suppose after being stuck in a small apartment with boring people who only occasionally roll around on the floor or give him access to mess-making substances like pudding, an hour of personal freedom on an essentially infinite field of grass is very soothing.


This is one of my favorite pictures of London with another person, because you can see that both London and Ryan are laughing. Ryan's visit was filled with moments like this.