And Instead of actually playing at the park whine we waited for our friends to arrive, we  followed the silver sound of engines and went up and watched trucks on Highway 522. I had to physically restrain my enthusiastic truck-loving child from dashing into the road to pat all the wheels. Several drivers saw us (how could they not, we were the only pedestrians for probably a mile around) and waved.

After our friends showed up, though, we had lots of fun.

(Note: he never actually went down this slide.)

Oh, and it’s spring! Who knew?

Things are blooming and budding, and we see sunshine occasionally! Hooray!