Honestly, the first words out of her mouth when i found her standing high above a pile of plush critters from her crib this morning: "park. swing." She had a mission from the moment her big blue peepers happened upon the morning light what bounced gaily from wall to wall. So off we went on another red wagon ride to the park where a bucket swing hung patiently waiting for the chance to dangle a toddler over wood chips for a good thirty minutes straight.When Baby Jane's flying high from a swing set she knows only one word: "more."
